2003-04-04 - 2:11 a.m.

I got up late and went to bed kind of early-ish last night. Maybe I've got the plague. That'd be so cool. Caution: body parts falling off. Like a baby on board sticker.

Then worked tonight. Closed, but that's a given. The windows look good. But it's uneven. Now the back and other side need to have light, too. And the paint was fresh and gave me a headache. Icky. Stacy's car sucked, and she used my car. Then she only came up with 3$ more than the total deliveries. Which sucks. Because she didn't give me my 11$ for all deliveries run. No tips, just the gas money that you're supposed to get. Cuz hey, my car. And it was hot in the store. And I don't do hot so well. We got out of there about 10.15. I wanted ice cream, but came home to leftover Pizza Hut instead.

I told my mom about the delivery situation, and she was extremely pissed. So I wonder what's going to happen from that.

Also, Bill came in tonight. Which was a really good thing, since the dining room was basically demolised last night, I hear from one of the window guys. He touched my bare skin, and it wanted to crawl away. If he touches me again, I will kill him. I realize I complain about the lack of attention, however, he's like, really old. And since I'm not Angela or just plain stupid, I'm thinking not. It's a violation of me, and personally, I'm completely pissed that my manager did nothing more than laugh when I told him. I understand that he's the only one that cleans the carpets, but all the girls have complained. That means he's not wanted there.

But whatever. What would I know about my space being violated?

Thinking - "I have returned to work; I pretend to everyone that I am okay, the Super Recoverer, and then, at night I am infuriated that everyone believes me. Are they dumb? Or do they just not care? Are they just too wrapped up in their own lives to pay much attention to me, the neediest one of all?"

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