Lunchtime.
I’ve sold a prepaid card, which is impressive because usually I don’t do anything until after lunch. I was very gentle explaining to the bearded lady that in order to use a prepaid cell phone with a card, she actually needed to have a phone. *boggle*
I’m tired as hell today. I’m willing to chalk it up to the fact that my period’s been hella wonky the last 2 months (entirely skipping March, returning 10 days into April, and coming back last Sunday - my crotch seems to be Ye Olde Slaughter House this month) and a lack of decent food to eat in the house until we clear up the crap in the kitchen.
As soon as I can get out of this booth I’m heading into the snackbar for my daily dose of gossip and a chicken sandwich. And since the offending blocker has just moved her cartful of lint rollers and candy baby bottles, I’m outta here for the next hour.
Tags: crotch, life, tmi, work, work
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