And now there's an inch of poo-water on my bathroom floor.
I hadn't realized that something had gone astray until I opened the door and stepped in standing water in my socks.
Not only did it overflow, but it regurgitated something very... undelicious.
I leave for work in an hour and I already didn't want to go because I feel like I need a day of sulking and mourning.
I'm now at hold at work with Tom Petty's "Great Wide Open" piping into my ear drum.
Okay, I talked to Roxana. I'm the only closer, but they are trying to cover my shift. I've never requested this, especially so close to my shift, in the four years I've worked there, so thankfully, they're understanding. If they can't get someone to cover, they'll call me back, and in I'll go.
I want to drink heavily, but I am alcohol-less and it's a million degrees in here. I really need to invest in some fucking fans.