The other day I was massaging an overweight lady and every time I worked on a spot that was tender or sore she would fart. They were silent but they were there. All of a sudden I'd be overwhelmed by the nasty, disgusting odour and the desire to throw up.What kind of person does that? I mean, my God! I'm trapped in a small room with you for an hour! Hold it in!
As if that wasn't bad enough, today I worked at my retail job. The five hour shift consisted of unloading the world's biggest truck filled with heavy and awkward furniture. Did I mention that there was only three of us?
Yep, I thoroughly hate my jobs. I might have to find another one a lot sooner than I thought. I just can't keep working at either place while I'm trying to get my writing career off the ground. They make me want to break my own leg so I'll have an excuse not to come in. SIGH.