Bubbling.
You shouldn't have used so much water.
It always bubbles when you use too much water.
Bloop. Bloop. Bloop.
I hate that noise.
Why do I care about this shitty-ass job anyway? Management would clearly rather toss me into a lake and watch me sink. I know I'm not the only one. Why should I care what they think? I want to quit, but I don't want to give up my routine. Where am I going to get at least 13 an hour in days like this? No one will pay me that much. I can't live on anything less.
Can't do 8pm. That's too late. It would be an extremely long, difficult drive like that.
Then a difficulty for Monday. God, I hate scheduling. Even more I hate making people think I don't want to go. I do want to go more than anything.
I'll sort it out tomorrow. But I want it done today. I'm a control freak. I need it done now. I want the problem gone.
There's no driving all over the place if I can just stretch two more tiny days off... It's too late to file them as vacation. I could call in sick for one of them — any more than that is a risk. If she can just cover Monday, I can make it... It'll all be fine. I want it to work. I want things to work. Everything needs to be perfect. Everything needs to be orderly.
I need to be in control.
I don't know what control is.
I'm cold and wet.
I thought a bath would feel nice.
I don't feel well.
I just need rest.
