Something has to give.

the blitz is back

Between the middle-aged probable molesters, and the crotchety old jackoffs wearing hats with green bows expecting me to remove the GST/PST for them because they want to buy ‘confectionaries’, I need a new job. Love my coworkers, hate the type of people I’m dealing with. The quality is just not there. Who’d have thought. I have a few applications out. Something must come through.

Feeling sick to my stomach. Hopefully it’s just dehydration, but it’s probably nerves. Gross people make me anxious. Must. Escape. Gross people.

About Nik

Writer, occasional photographer, common street juggler. I enjoy cooking, crafting, a clean house, animals, and senses of humour. Oh yeah and being the mom of my boy John.
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