morgi3: S-T-R-E-S-S=June 9th

{June 9th}

June 9th was.....well it was. Utter stressful chaos. It went a little like this:

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yea.

And a little like:

Wake up (too late), have little time to get ready. Do makeup in the car using a phone as your mirror. Go to dermatologist and all through the appointment be worried about how late you might be to your new job that day. Rush to your job. Take a computer test you thought would be a breeze and find out, it's not. It's really not.

Get extremely stressed that your taking forever on this test, so failing it, and running out of the scheduled time to be there knowing that you have to be at the next job very soon.

Take hours to complete the easiest part of the test really worry that you have to leave for second job. Leave your first job. Feel really bad and stressed for leaving the first job unfinished. Race to the second job. Get changed in the car. Meet Mom to switch cars. Have a slight freak out moment in the parking lot of walmart. Get to second job late. Stress about all that went down so far in the day and about being late and about the second job being oddly busy and you have to run it all.

Stress about the computer declining all credit cards at the busiest time of the day. Stress about the line getting longer and the computer getting worse. Stress about hearing that you may have to stay 3 hours later than you thought.

Get home completely exhausted and needing to cry.

Go run. Run to death. Run it all off.

(That was one of the best runs ever;)

Get home, watch something with Maddie but fall asleep on the floor. Wake up 3 hours later and finally,

get in bed.

Done.

So what picture did I come up with for my day?

This: