Work is still sucking. Even with the weather being nicer it is still atrocious. So far all I've managed to do is convince all the men I talk to that I am the perfect girl and far too classy to work in a strip club. I can't say I completely disagree with the whole too classy part, but that doesn't change the fact that I do work there.
I need to go in to work tonight... I am so tired though. I'm tired from over exertion, but my whole body is taken over by a feeling of total emptiness. Sometimes I feel like a shell of who I used to be. Sometimes it is far too hard to breath. Something is sitting on my chest and keeps me from ever feeling completely and totally comfortable in my own skin.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Pain Tolerance
It has been months since I last have written a post. Although it has been at least two months since I worked last.
I have two hours and fifty minutes until I have to get in my car and drive the seventeen minutes to work. I should stay and work a double, but I have decided that six hours will be more than enough for my first day back. I have to go in again tomorrow, and the day after that, and almost every day until April 10th.
Why April 10th? Because I need a vacation. I need to get away. I need to be somewhere no one knows me or wants to talk to me. I need to be alone. So I am going to Coronado, where I will sit on a beach and read a book for five days.
I'm dreading going in to work today. I hate it every day I go, but it has been two months and the longer you are away the harder it is to go back.
This morning I realized I have a fairly high pain tolerance. I got out of the shower and I was drying my hair. I looked down at the floor and saw a pool of blood. Somewhere between getting out of the shower and drying my hair I hit my leg on something. I looked at my leg and saw a big gash and blood running down the side of my leg and pooling on the floor.
I have a high pain tolerance physically...
Right now I just can't bare the thought of returning to that hell-hole in two hours and forty-four minutes...
I have two hours and fifty minutes until I have to get in my car and drive the seventeen minutes to work. I should stay and work a double, but I have decided that six hours will be more than enough for my first day back. I have to go in again tomorrow, and the day after that, and almost every day until April 10th.
Why April 10th? Because I need a vacation. I need to get away. I need to be somewhere no one knows me or wants to talk to me. I need to be alone. So I am going to Coronado, where I will sit on a beach and read a book for five days.
I'm dreading going in to work today. I hate it every day I go, but it has been two months and the longer you are away the harder it is to go back.
This morning I realized I have a fairly high pain tolerance. I got out of the shower and I was drying my hair. I looked down at the floor and saw a pool of blood. Somewhere between getting out of the shower and drying my hair I hit my leg on something. I looked at my leg and saw a big gash and blood running down the side of my leg and pooling on the floor.
I have a high pain tolerance physically...
Right now I just can't bare the thought of returning to that hell-hole in two hours and forty-four minutes...
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