One hour to go in my shift. A slow Sunday night.
I signed up for another blogging challenge, will I blog? Will I tag correctly? We’ll see.
I’m getting into “fights” on Facebook. All I want is a shower and to go home, not necessarily in that order.
June has been a tough month the last couple of years. The truth is bursting to come out of me. I’m “fighting” with two women whose coworker has been a source of grief and they aren’t getting the hint. The coworker slandered me, I have what I need to prove it, but have been holding back. Will the dam finally burst this month?