Tim Hortons Roll Up the Rim to…

…. just spill that shit all over the place.

So. Tim Hortons. It’s a donut and coffee shop of Habitual Epicness, incase you are reading from NOT CANADA. Rumour has it they put nicotine in their cups to make people crave tea and coffee. The Roll up the Rim contest they have going on isn’t helping the habit.

Look at the floor.

 It’s my habit to stop in before the thrift store, and get a large tea. Today, I knocked that effin’ thing over, in the small space I share with the cash and all the effin’ hangers. I had to wipe off EVERY damn hanger.

 Because you KNOW they’re all going to smell like vomit in a locked hot car if I don’t. And they’d be STICKY when Boss Lady tries to hang stuff on them.

And I didn’t even win a damn donut.

Grace.

It’s All About Da Money Money Money…

So. Because I normally get laid off at the Thrift Store over winter, and was led to believe the same thing was happening this year, I freaked out and booked a shit load of other appointments for the OTHER things I do for money. (I don’t do THAT for money. But I have seriously considered it. If it didn’t take me so effing long to SHAVE everything I’ve got, I would probably be all over the Oldest Profession… because, I’m a pretty awesome lay. That skill has to be worth SOMETHING. )

Anyway. Then Boss Lady needs me, but I’ve booked a tit load of stuff. (which pays more per  hour than being at the thrift store by 2 and 3 times as much…) So, now Boss Lady is looking for more part time help.
Which I’m guessing will mean there probably won’t be too much room for me. Because I book clients where I can get them, and that leaves her to work around my schedule. And that doesn’t always work for her. I get it.

But I’m freaking out a little bit. Feeling less playful, and a bit more burdened. Haven’t made hair art in ages.
I have SERIOUSLY racked up my credit card in the last 2 months, just in food and gas. I STILL haven’t fixed the car since smacking it up… when was that… 6 weeks ago? Anyway, the ice that is holding all the front bits together is starting to melt. I am going to have to fix that SOON, too. I expect that will also go on the credit card.

I bought a lotto ticket on Friday. Using my credit card. Yep.

You know… I have Love, and I have some skills, and I have a pretty good imagination. I can make the best out of just about any situation.

But man, today I’m feeling REALLY heavy. And a little bit scared.

I’m hoping that the Universe will come through with the answer to relieving this monetary burden that I’ve created.

I do a lot of things. Each only brings me a little here and there. I need the ONE big thing.

Grace.

Eff You Sickness.

I am the woman who never gets sick. Seriously.

It HAD been 3 years since I’ve been ill. Three Frikkin’ Years.

I got CAUGHT by this damn THING that starts as a little chill, turns into full blown fever, stuffs up your nose… and then it hit my CHEST. I was a damn mess, and used my inhaler NO less than 20 times during the first 24 hours of this bullshit.

I called in sick on Thursday. The first shift I had had at the thrift store in a week. I went in on Friday. And tried not to breath on anyone.

I was pretty useless, sat on the stool behind the counter in my coat and hat (fever chills) and didn’t move much, as my lungs were totally twitchy. I drank a lot of soup. I brought an entire box of juice and drank right from the pour spout.

It was a shitty day. But the Boss Lady got some running around done, so I guess it wasn’t a total loss for  her.

Bullshit. Eff You Sickness.