on a better note though, i texted courtney today and asked if she could bring me advil when she came to work (this was like 45 minutes before she was scheduled to arrive). at the time i guess she was already on her way so she texted back and was like “ill stop by 711 and buy you some on my way to work, i got you.” and then she did. like she came and dropped her stuff off and then went back out in the heat to walk across the parking lot and buy me advil. and i was like ill pay you back when i get tips and she was like it was like 2 dollars dont even worry about it. and guys i had to sit in the back for a second to focus enough not to cry.
then i got home and lexi and i made cupcakes and she made me take a nap and then was nice to me when i was feeling my absolute worst and probably being a bitch. and her mom got us pizza.
idk i just have the best people in my life.
why the fuck do i take naps again. i feel like my head is going to explode. its so stupid because whenever i work nights im like “i hate this, i love mornings, i should do more mornings” but then i do mornings and im like oh okay so this is what hell feels like. idk maybe if i like worked at one fucking time of day, not like 530 am, 8 am, 10 am, 530 am again, etc. there is no way i can get a decent sleeping schedule out of that shit. like thats when i work, so its not even when i get up. i get up like an hour (more like 30 minutes more like 20 minutes more like 10 minutes) before that. its fucking killing me. and its just SO MUNDANE OH MY GOD I DO THE SAME SHIT EVERY DAY. DATE THIS MAKE THAT CLEAN THAT SWITCH THIS OUT KNJFSKJ;NSJSN
i love my job but i am going fucking crazy. so excited for pride and then 2 weeks in california and away from aaaaalllllll of this shit.
i need a bath. and like 5000 advil.
