What’s already happened since midnight: I’ve kicked a meth addict out of the hotel, I’ve let a new mother cry on my shoulder, I’ve called the police, I’ve fallen in the swimming pool trying to fetch a guy’s cell phone, and I’ve covered my hands with fiberglass.
What I’m going to do the rest of the day: Cry and consider drinking lots of alcohol but instead I’ll probably just go to sleep and play Playstation.
Also gotta write some articles and finish Little Heaven and think about Story #2 of 2017’s Story a Week challenge.
Gotta read some slush, too.
Gotta do a lot.
Gotta drink some coffee.
This work shift has not been the best. I don’t want to do much of anything. I want to cut my hands off and scream into the sky.