Work sucked. The general public is fucking stupid. All I wanted to do was come home and read Harry Potter and hang out with bratty bratkins.
Sometimes I think about getting a real job, out of a restaurant, but I don’t want to put Mabel in daycare. I would miss her too much. I’m also a huge control freak and the thought of putting her in someone else’s care for eight hours a day, no matter how competent and loving, makes my brain hurt.