Bus

I’m home.

The day got better. I talked to Eddie about Marla’s job. I might do it after my surgery, since the new girl is going into shipping/ receiving, anyway.

I felt better after I got it out of my system. Sometimes I only have to cry a little to feel better. Of course, you could totally tell. My eyes and nose were all red. So I just hung out in the bathroom for a little while.

I saw Evan a couple of times, but did not get the chance to talk to him.

Maybe something will open up upstairs soon.

It is super hot on that side. But I could do shorts and skirts, again.

Now I’m just tired. Training and scowling and crying and peeling and stacking will do that to a person, I guess.