Back from the tropics. Got about 3 hours of crappy sleep and now have to go back to work. I have to tan to speak of and am a bitter, bitter girl. My suitcase (which had two wheels when I left) has only one now.
Picture this... bitter, no tan little girl, dragging a huge ass fucking suitcase at the Burbank airport all by her lonesome. Get to the cabbie and he claims to have just thrown out his back. I have to put the suitcase in the trunk by myself... AND I STILL TIPPED HIM!! Then he said "Thanks sister" (which almost made everything OK). What the hell is this world coming to? Did someone forget that I'm a fucking Princess??? If there are no Valentines on my desk when I get in to work today, that's it. I QUIT. I can only hope and pray that my next journal entry (if there is one) is more positive than this.
Picture this... bitter, no tan little girl, dragging a huge ass fucking suitcase at the Burbank airport all by her lonesome. Get to the cabbie and he claims to have just thrown out his back. I have to put the suitcase in the trunk by myself... AND I STILL TIPPED HIM!! Then he said "Thanks sister" (which almost made everything OK). What the hell is this world coming to? Did someone forget that I'm a fucking Princess??? If there are no Valentines on my desk when I get in to work today, that's it. I QUIT. I can only hope and pray that my next journal entry (if there is one) is more positive than this.
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rubbersoul:
Look on the bright side. At least at Burbank you can park close to the terminal. At LAX you woulda been hauling that big-ass suitcase with the broken wheels halfway to Compton.
snag:
hey...next time you buy stuff w/other people's money send some my way.