Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. A cracked rib. Ever had one? It’s the most painful thing I have probably ever experienced. It hurts to breathe. You’re probably wondering how I got said cracked rib, right? Well, here’s the funny part….. I coughed too hard. Yeah, you read that correctly. I. Coughed. Too. Hard….. and I cracked a rib. If there is a God, and he made me go through that awful week of having the flu, he probably thought, “eh, I dont think this is enough punishment for her daily sins…. lets go just a little further.” And here I am, barely able to breathe without a stabbing sensation ripping through my torso. Oh, and I still have the cough, too. Double whammy. Now imagine that, and still having to run a store (basically by myself today). Couldn’t sit down for 5 minutes just to painfully breathe in peace. Nope, none of that happening. Then, my boyfriend’s psycho ex fling came into the store. Psychotically and awkwardly trying to hold conversation. Like I wanted any part in THAT. I don’t even like holding much conversation with the people that don’t bother me, much less that crazed lunatic. But on a good note, my store manager took like a 4 hour lunch today. It was fabulous. Any time shes gone for an extended period of time (or just off in general) it’s a good day. No micro managing. Just me being able to do what I have to do, no questions asked. I really enjoy my job sometimes… sometimes. I think I went wrong by trying to move up. Because trust me, once they threw a management position at me, it was basically the end of my cheerful 8 hour shifts, and hello 10 hour stress tests. And half the time I get to take the stress home with me, too. However I’ve invested too much time, and I don’t have the patience to start all over, at the bottom getting the shit end of the stick again. Sigh. So I guess I’m stuck. And I hate that feeling.
Anyway, I should probably hop into bed at this point. 5 am rolls around pretty quick. Until next time…….