Got a job!woo.

I can barely remember a time when getting out of bed because I had to get to work on time was my biggest nemesis and pain in the ass.ever. tripping over the dog to find my shoes/keys/sanity and none of it mattered.

Now, I’d best be on time. too many people needing jobs, food, shelter, to dick around. I mopped, washed the glasses, then wiped down the counters …twice. My Mother’s accent tinted voice in my ear, making sure it was done-right-, Or…yeah.

Anyway, hence why I’m a bit ocd. Bramble chilled, though he’s as unused to being indoors as I am.

Met a really nice girl named Em. She actually offered me a meal, and it was -good-.I didn’t think nice people existed anymore. Not that many of us left. In general, I mean.