This morning I got an email about a briefing. I got the days confused and missed the briefing.
It’s fixable, though. As long as it’s not long, I can go this afternoon with second shift.
Someone asked me if I’d gotten wet outside, just now. “No, sweaty,” I said.
Why, oh why, Leah?
When you’re hot as nuts, dying of heat stroke, sweating fricken bullets, and a dude asks you if you’ve just been outside, you say YES!!!!
Why in God’s name would you admit to being a hot mess?!