... cry...
Mar. 21st, 2002 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tefinden0I'm so tired... My feet hurt so bad.. Everything seems to be jumping out at me.. Thing will move suddenly away from me and It just.. freaks me out.... It's weird...
Working from 8-7 everyday is.. just... no fun.... too hard....
Sobs. I hurt so much...
I got home today from work.. tired as hell... starving get home an dmom's not here. So I call her to ask what's if anything is for dinner and she tells me to go pickup my brother... who is like... miles away. So I limp back out to my car and drag my ass into it to drive down to get my brother.. then stand there for about another hour while he gets his shit together and his friend packs to come over. So I finally get home and call mom to ask what's for dinner because my brother had already eaten. She told me to go out and get something myself because hse didn't have any money. ... I'm so tired I didn't want to go out AGAIN. .. So I'm sitting here... starving.. tired... but... I don't want to move... it hurts too much....
On a lighter note I was almost run over today. I was standing in the entering doorway for the vendors, inside about 5 feet in so that the guys in the trucks could backup to the door. Well these kids, 3 of them come over and squeel their brakes then reverse like wild men into the doorway and slam on the brakes again then, by now I'm standing on the side inside the door and then back up further in and hit him, knocking me foreward.. they pulled the whole damn truck inside our doorway! Bastards! And then they started throwing trays of plants at me! So i got this big bruise on the back of my leg where the bumper hit me, and my arms are all scratched up from where the boxes wripped me up and I got this big bruise on my wrist, on the underside from where they swung the doors of the truck open and smacked my arm with it while i was reaching for a clipboard.
god. i hate... those jerks.
And they kept on talking in a different language aorund me and laughing and pointing at me..... I don't trust people who wont speak english aroun dme...... I hate that....
Working from 8-7 everyday is.. just... no fun.... too hard....
Sobs. I hurt so much...
I got home today from work.. tired as hell... starving get home an dmom's not here. So I call her to ask what's if anything is for dinner and she tells me to go pickup my brother... who is like... miles away. So I limp back out to my car and drag my ass into it to drive down to get my brother.. then stand there for about another hour while he gets his shit together and his friend packs to come over. So I finally get home and call mom to ask what's for dinner because my brother had already eaten. She told me to go out and get something myself because hse didn't have any money. ... I'm so tired I didn't want to go out AGAIN. .. So I'm sitting here... starving.. tired... but... I don't want to move... it hurts too much....
On a lighter note I was almost run over today. I was standing in the entering doorway for the vendors, inside about 5 feet in so that the guys in the trucks could backup to the door. Well these kids, 3 of them come over and squeel their brakes then reverse like wild men into the doorway and slam on the brakes again then, by now I'm standing on the side inside the door and then back up further in and hit him, knocking me foreward.. they pulled the whole damn truck inside our doorway! Bastards! And then they started throwing trays of plants at me! So i got this big bruise on the back of my leg where the bumper hit me, and my arms are all scratched up from where the boxes wripped me up and I got this big bruise on my wrist, on the underside from where they swung the doors of the truck open and smacked my arm with it while i was reaching for a clipboard.
god. i hate... those jerks.
And they kept on talking in a different language aorund me and laughing and pointing at me..... I don't trust people who wont speak english aroun dme...... I hate that....
