In the Ridiculousness That Is My Life...

I have run through the city in my fabulous new metallic flats to acquire balloons (!) for a co-worker, drugs for my mom and attempt to solve all of the staffing crises for this zoo of a health care facility.

All at my $18.53 an hour.

However, I have a meeting with a recruiter - so that might go well.

And I have Sox tickets.

And I have a new boy to flirt with, albiet 5 years younger than me.

Is it sad that I dream of a 9 to 5 job with a lunch hour?

This weekend: begging for money from the parents, White Sox, White Sox, White Sox and sleep.

Oooh. Sleep.