My boss called at 8:45. I didn't answer. My son was still home. I'll call him back at 9:30.
I really don't want to work. I feel like I'm given all the **** jobs. Being an admin assistant sucks. I need the job though. That's my spending money. Not that I've managed to save anything. The kids always need something. I think my next paycheck is all mine. I hope anyway. I need to buy my son compression pants and a compression top but that can wait.
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Schizoaffective, PTSD, Anxiety
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