I didn't sleep too well after last night's ranting and upset over my salary.
I was in a foul mood this morning. I got into work before anyone else, as usual, even though I have a 20 mile drive and most are in walking distance. I had a real chip on my shoulder and a scowl on my face. It's nobody's fault but my own. I accepted the job even though I didn't want it. I didn't negotiate salary, I havent asked for a raise. It's all down to me.
By this afternoon all was back to normal and I managed to shelve my feelings for now.
My mood dropped when I got home tonight to the most his awful doggy diarrhea I have ever faced. I was retching as I cleaned it up. I've mopped 3 times with different flavoured disinfectants but I swear I can still smell it. Poor old Alfie was covered in shit so he's had a bath in the sink and I've warmed him up with my hairdryer. Please God let it be a one off and not a daily occurrence!
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