bail out

so i get to work at 12, which is earlier than i was supposed to be there. and find out the girl who was there had been "left" by the other asst. mgr. for four hours.

it bums me out when people are so selfish.

the key thing is just a nightmare, and i'm racing around a jam packed store trying to get stuff done between spurts.

i'm fried tonight and my only consolation is a dear friend's spurt of poetry. that revives me.

more than the published poets, more than the big wigs i'm reading. just a person i love writing gives me strength to carry on.

that's all, i'm fried.
peace. out.