My tax check hasn’t come yet. My dad is coming by later today to float me a loan for the car repairs until the tax check comes in. I have phenominal parents. So I get my car back today.

In twenty minutes, I expect my brain to shut down in self-preservation. Training for our local phone service, and most likely attempting to upsell it, will send me into shock, and I will reel from contemplating selling people things that they don’t need or want. It’s a good thing I’ve refused to upsell. Not part of my damn job. I could never respect myself upselling anything….