Excuse me bitch, those were my pens.
My. Fucking. Pens.
My motherfucking fabulous purple and green inked clicky pens.
I hope you step on a lego barefoot.
Who do they think we are, amateurs?
- still congested
- can’t stop coughing
- now my left eye is acting up again and I don’t know if it’s just a stye or if it’s pink eye (I’ve never had pink eye before?! how the hell do you know the difference?!)
- I have to go to work in two hours
- I feel like shit (and look like it too), but I really really need to make money
- Praying they don’t take one look at me and send me home (but at the same time, secretly wishing they do because this suuuuuckkks)