Hindsight

12/27/20

L,

Still at work.

I tried to publish the last letter, but I forgot that the wifi and stuff is down since the explosion. Or I'm just not in wifi range. Either way, nothing is publishing. I just got my write up form for missing work and that whole mess. I'm in a probationary period. I don't know what that means, but it probably isn't good. It definitely doesn't sound good.

My heart is pounding.

The manager pulled me into the office to talk about it. I knew what it was about, and I wasn't nervous. But my brain still freaked out. He was really cool about it, just had me sign a paper and stuff. I'm out of there now and I'm still anxious. How annoying.

I got a couple of compliments on my nails.

One from a coworker and one from a customer. I like them a lot. I'm excited to get my own polygel set so I can do my own. I think I like the polygel more than acrylics. And by acrylics I mean the cheap drugstore ones, not the super expensive probably way better salon acrylics that I definitely can't afford. Not that I'm complaining. I can still do the tippity tap thing with the polygel nails that I like doing so much.

I should turn on wifi and see if the letters publish.

I don't know why I'm publishing them to begin with. It is definitely a weird thing. I could just write them and keep them as a draft. I dunno. I guess I want the attention. Maybe I'm just doing this to alleviate some of the guilt I hold for letting the pigs take you away even though I promised I wouldn't.

Anyway, I need to stop again. I have 2.5 hours left on my shift.

I love you.

L