Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
Things just aren't going so well and it's kind of hard to focus on writing when you're having a near-permanent panic attack. Junior actually cut me early tonight because I was shaking so bad and nearly throwing up from anxiety.
I'd be more touched if I thought it was because she gave a damn about me, rather than because she thought my customers would be offended or something. Like they could even tell, I CAN act you know.