Yesterday wasn’t as rough as I had imagined it to be once I got settled in at the main office…but of course I couldn’t wear my headphones like I usually do and I had to pretend that I was doing some pretty important stuff that was interesting enough to capture my full attention for 3 hours…and that’s when I realized I’d love a second job…something to keep me occupied on the weekends maybe. I applied for a job at McDonalds for the night shift for some odd reason though lol. Like I went in with a game plan to apply for weekend positions and then I saw they need a pm-am crew member??? My whole body said hell yea. I’d love to be in an empty McDonalds and only have to deal with Drive-Thru people. That would be the ultimate McDonalds dream job. No drinks spilling in the lobby, no kids missing the trash can, no jerks pissing on a wall that I’d be called to clean up…I hate cleaning after reckless people. When I go to McDonalds, I never eff the place up, how do people manage to do that? But then again, I guess it’s just one of those “What are the odds” types of things. So I finish my application right at 5:02, with 5 minutes left to clock out without going overtime. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting overtime on my check but like I said, I was in the main office and they would easily be able to vouch that I was definitely more than able to clock out on time lmao but anyway, I left to get the girls and take Tina to her tennis lessons and it dawned on me…I feel like working out today! After Tina’s lessons, I dropped the girls off with my mom and went to the track. What the hell was I thinking?? SKINNY, that’s what I was thinking. After a good stretch, I decided to eff skinny and walk across the street to get a tea from McDonald’s lmao. No, just kidding. I ran a mile and walked a mile…just about wheezed myself into vaporized exercise dust but today I feel relieved. Of what, I’m not quite sure but who cares, it’s gone. I’m so glad I ran yesterday and cleared my stressometer. (I totally just created that word but I’m sure context clues can explain what it means better than I can…it’s not like a well thought out word arrangement. It’s spur of the moment genius juice. It’s an insult to ask a genius to analyze and explain their own work/creation. I’m the genius, dammit! You figure it out….whewww…)
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