So, I’ve been sick the past two days. Like, REALLY sick. For the first time in almost two months.
I’ve also got a new (secondary) job. As a waitress, with a stuck-up 53-year-old co-worker and a manager who, sadly, I can’t understand but hey, it’s a job, right? Mama needs college money.
So the annoyance is, I need to work two jobs while sick. And pretend not to be sick.
Hard when your nose could rival Rudolph.
On the upside, thanks to a certain Tumblr page I’m all set for fantasies for about, hmmm… Life.
Some of them are more than a little awkward.
