Day 3 of cleaning a kitchen used by 350 people and I am in serious need of a career change. My entrepeneurial brain has suddenly switched back on and ideas are pumping round my harddrive at lightning speed. This can't go on I tell you!
I made sure to meet the owner of said establishment this morning as I heard that he will also be attending The Burn and now that I know what he looks like I will make a point of finding his ass, befriending him and convincing him to employ me as a secretary/anthing else that might require me to use my brain before I go completely and utterly loopy. I am being trained by a Korean who has been working here for over three years (do the math, the man's illegal) and a stickler for cleanliness. I don't think that he feels my work is up to scratch. (Just one call to the right people...) That's right Universe, I am a failure when it comes to cleaning. I feel the same pain I felt when I was five and my kindergarden rapport card said that I was struggling to use scissors. I'm left handed ok, sort out the scissors buddy, don't bag on me cause you can't sort your shit out. And here I am again, 28 years later, failing.
Besides for that my feet are totally killing me Universe, my back aches and my hands are dry and cracking. It's driving me to drink. I am rapidly going off the idea of staying in SF altogether and find myself daydreaming about all the wonderful people I will be meeting at the Burn. I strongly anticipate being whisked away on a free cross country trip by someone who thinks I'm the cutest thing they've ever seen. It can happen you know. It could even be Cowboy.
Dear Universe, in all your Wisdom, PLAN AN INTERVENTION. My hands and tootsies deserve better than this.
Your friend and great admirer,
Alice
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