Tell the other half to go home at like 10 because his dad won’t be happy about him rolling in late. Its 2. I get a phone call and he’s been locked out. So now I’m waiting up when tired as hell just so he can have the sofa. Mug of the year =L
So I thought I was doing overtime tomorrow and told the people at work I will see them tomorrow. I realised it’s next week and got an email from my boss saying its next week and I know that and it was my fail. But I’m anxious now about going back in in case they say something or laugh at me for it or joke about it. And fuck.
I’m sorry for not posting much. I’m sure none of you noticed but I thought I’d apologise. Too much stuff going down. Just wanted to say thank you all for sticking by me and staying true to my quaint blog.