I knew everything that went wrong today is gonna ruin my sleep.
The day ended like this:
"Girl: - Can I talk to Cristina please?
Contents: - You're better off talking to me. Cristina sacked two girls already."
I kind of feel bad about it. Unable to sleep - bad.
And tomorrow is not looking good.
For most people, Saturday is the best day of the week.
I hate it! The madness starts in the morning when I'm losing 3 hours of my day calculating wages and paying people.
Then I have to catch up with my daily tasks so by noon I'm on time with everything.
And then I just can't wait for 7pm to get out of the office.
And if I'm lucky enough, The Hoxton's not fully booked.
Cx
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