Thank the gods I got my medication prescription. I am doing significantly better today than the last week combined. I cleaned the kitchen, did a load in the dishwasher, organises and cleared my reading corner, and went on a long ass research rabbit hole. Guess who’s staring a new Instagram account. Me. That’s who.
I went to work after all these great things. It was alright, I got a dude swing and hit the beers I was bringing the table and naturally I got half of that pint on me. Another dude tried hitting on me. Imagine this, I am bussing with my basket, get to a table and point to the empty bottles at the other end “could I steal those?”
“You can… you can steal my heart and my wallet, too” laughs are shared by his companions, while I just smile awkwardly.
“I think she’s just interested in your wallet”, one of the drunker dudes says
“Hah…” and I moved on to the next table without making eye contact.
Then I almost had a full blown meltdown at the end of my shift because I was ridiculously tired (still am) but one of my colleagues just stopped by to get a drink and was telling me that we are doing things differently now so I had to do extra ten minutes of work. By that I mean lugging all the heavy shit up stairs. And my fingers got caught between two cases of beer. So, naturally, I swore loudly and felt my sanity slip and my vision blur. I held it together, though, even if it was by a tiny bit. I’ve been suddenly bursting into tears for the last week or two, so I had to fight those off, too. Again, I succeeded. But what was the point?
I’m on the train home now. Love is picking me up from the station, as always. For the first time in a while, I am actually excited to wake up tomorrow. That means more research time. Heh.
