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Ohhhh my god... I feel like I'm still recovering from yesterday and it's 5:31 in the evening. I worked a *counts in head* a little over 18 hours yesterday. For some reason at the time that didn't sound like too much until I remembered there are only 24 hours in a day. Oh, and then I experienced it. Right around 10 pm I burned the shit out of my hand because my stupid, stupid co-worker left a scalding hot pot in my station and failed to mention to me that it was there and RED fucking hot. I grabbed it full on with my right hand. Burned to blisters on my middle finger and thumb... rest of it is just stingy and pink. I was so exhausted by that point, I just walked away and cried. It was just way too much. Yesterday was such shit. And gee, what a way to ring in the New Year, working 85% of the day and then burning yourself and crying on the way home... my very empty and lonely home. Lousy, lousy day. At least I slept in till close to 3 pm... and I only woke up cause smudge jumped on me too. I'm still wearing fuzzy pj's. I still have coffee left in the pot, I've eaten my macaroni and cheese and the rest of my evening is going to be composed of sitting... extensive relaxation. Fuck yeah.
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