17 July 2009
I am getting ready for work and am filled with fear. It's hot out and I have to wear clothes there- and we don't really have air conditioning. People really like to get mad at me for that reason. They start to get sensitive when their backs stick to the leather seats. They look at me, running around drenched in sweat, arms stacked with plates and spackled in other peoples food, looking nothing but joyful, and say "CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE TEMPERATURE IN HERE?" and I'm like "Well I could, but why would I want to? I feel great!"
Posted by Jenny at 2:56 PM