It's a Quickie ...ok, but it ended up being long. haha

OH MY FUCKING GOD, what the hell, today??

I slept in far too late, and Violet's Monday debut has me worried now for multiple reasons. I don't know if she's getting a sound check or just going on a one-shot, come hell or high water. I need to get her something to wear, but have no idea what. She does need new shoes, that's a given, but the less money I can spend on everything else, the better. Hello, rent is coming due. But the thrift store I want to hit is closed Sundays and Mondays, and it'll be closing in forty minutes, which is not enough time to get there, let alone shop. 

Facebook literally has Down Syndrome or something, because EVERYTHING on there takes forever now, when it doesn't take any longer for me to do anything on almost any other website.

Erika has taken LITERALLY three days to revert to her apparently normal policy of flakiness. I worked two days, and then she strung me along for one day, repeatedly putting off our getting together until she just stopped getting back to me. Now it's the weekend and she apparently has to take some miniature trip, though when it's happening or if it has already, I've no idea. If I'm supposed to be her assistant, she's keeping me from fulfilling any part of that job requirement, and if I'm just another employee, I am outraged that she has basically ignored my repeated requests for a sit-down about my money, her money, and how our partnership is going to work--let alone her not giving me hours after repeated unfulfilled promises of work to pay my rent.

*****SUPER EDIT*****

So, there was a bunch of stuff here yesterday, and though I still have the same qualms and will, I'm sure, repeat the same frustrations, I just don't feel like having it written up. There was your glimpse, and I doubt people read this really anyway, so I'd bet no one saw it--which is fine. As expected, I was totally over it within the hour.