These 9 1/2 hour days may physically kill me. I love my job, I love what I do sandwiched in those hours, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do labor for that long. It makes me sound super lazy, but it is hard work. Anyway, enough about that.
Today I met a guy who was mauled by a lion & survived. An actual lion, an actual mauling, and actually survived. He was a really nice guy. Apparently he stops in the store often.
We still haven’t sold my favourite puppy, the Frenchie with the one floppy ear and the tiny head. I find myself hoping we never sell him & they just go “Hey Jasmine, wanna just keep him?”. My family would kill me, but I would do it in a heartbeat. She’s so precious.
Hopefully I’ll be getting a car soon. Like, actually get a car. Hopefully I’ll be making enough for banks to consider giving me a loan. Even if I don’t, my grandmother was the branch manager at my bank for years and years. She said she could wiggle in & help me out. :) So… here’s hoping. Although I can’t bring myself to get my hopes up just to be disappointed again.
I’m exhausted, it’s bedtime for me. Earliest bedtime in a LONG time.