Nothing like a bad day to follow a good one. Just got a call from Target, and I was scheduled to come in at 11:30 am...I thought I went in at 2:30. I feel like an idiot and erupted into tears after hanging up. So now I'm waiting on the quiche that's in the oven to be done so I can leave. But I'm pouting and crying like a little kid...because that is how I feel. I can't even work at Target without screwing up my times. They probably think I'm an idiot.
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
I'm getting the hopeless blue again. And I was doing so well yesterday. :(
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