Back at work, my first day was monday. It sucked.

I didn’t know if it was because I was really tired or what but the day went by so slowly. I hated it. I just wanted to come back home and do my own thing. I hated it because it felt the same. Everything was the same. The coffee cup I had forgotten on my shelf was still there, the mannequins I had dressed the week before hadn’t changed...I t was just so much the same that it didn’t feel like I had left at all. Within about ten minutes of being there, I had forgotten the week off I’d just had.

Next thing you know I’m checking my watch every five minutes or so, waiting to go on lunch, anything to get out of there. It really didn’t help that there were no good managers downstairs. I had Mr. Dreppresso and Mrs. Italkalotaboutnothing.

Somehow though, I got through the day. And now today I have the day off because I have to work this week end.

I was supposed to work on saturday but I’m trying to negotiate working on sunday instead so I can go get my mum at the airport. I can’t wait for her to get home! miss her tons and it’s really hard running this house by myself!!!!

And what else can I say? I’m not really looking forward to going to work the rest of the week, but lord knows I need the cash so it’s better than being poor right?