Friday was one of those day where had I had more pride in myself I might have actually murdered. With a week’s worth of frustrations and indignities heaped upon my plate, a younger version of myself would have probably chain smoked it away. Instead now that I have stopped smoking and have gotten older, a resignation has set in where I just sit there hoping that they give me the benefit of using tons of lube for the fucking.
At the end of my shift, Madd texts me asking to meet her for boba. Being that I hate boba, I agree on the condition we go to dinner. We had dinner at a Mexican place in Downtown Culver City and took a leisurely 2 1/2 hours to finish our dinner.