Late

DAY 23

I just realized my life is worth posting on that FML website.

I overslept today.

I was working on these new pieces. I was on a roll from 11.30pm to 3am.

Like the inspiration kept flowing.

Made me feel alive.

But naturally, that took a toll on my sleep.

I arrived late in work today.

I'd go on talking about how our new manager was bitching this and bitching that, but I'd save it for another day. Bleh. I don't even want to remember his face. I want Anne back, she was a better manager. This guy's just full of it.

But that wasn't the last of it.

I mixed up a couple of orders in my drowsiness... And this one bitchy customer went rattling and rattling on how that screwed her diet and how blah and blah.

It's a good thing her husband was more... calm about it.

Geez. People.

Can I get a break?

I should've called in sick.

One thing interested me though.

There was this girl reading a book. I dunno why, but it seemed like more inspiration to me.

Was it her face? Was it the natural lighting from the sun outside? Was it the book?

I dunno.

I should post something like:

Today, my bitchy manager and this bitchy customer bitched on me. FML.