Yesterday was my worst day of work ever.
After spending four hours in the rain attempting to hustle peaches and then two more hours in the dark loading soggy cardboard boxes into my car, I had a really strong urge to break something like people in movies do when they’re frustrated—maybe throw a box of cherries across the empty parking lot. But because a box of cherries costs about $100, I decided to end my three months of ‘sobriety’ and buy some cigarettes instead. I guess that counts as breaking something if my cardiovascular and respiratory systems count as ‘something’ (I think they do).
Now I’ve developed a sore throat and mild fever and I’m not sure if it’s from spending six hours in a wet cotton t-shirt or from the Marlboro Lights. Whatever, I’m going to eat Nyquil and watch Oprah until I feel better.
