the weeks almost over, that's all i keep telling myself. especially after i've worked 3 straight doubles at work, and am going into work in oh, about an hour. then tomorrow i get to do a double again. joy.why am i doing this? oh so i can make about 400 bucks this week since i need to pay my portion of the rent at the new apartment sara and i got [along with 2 other friends] and well i didn't have shit earlier this week. so i picked up about every shift i could in the hopes i'd get 400 by friday. so far i'm at 316 or so, so i think i'm going to be ok. but damn is it tiring. plus it doesn't help that on sunday night at some point i pulled a muscle, or pinched a nerve in my left arm that prevents me from lifting it higher than my shoulder, what really sucks is that i'm left handed in carrying trays. plus i feel like an invalid when i try to reach for something with my left hand only to realize it hurts like a bitch halfway through reaching to it.
only one more day left, only one more day, and today thankfully i only have to work in the morning, so joy i can come home at a decent hour!
