Here again

I'm sitting at work on my short pseudo lunch break. I'm broke again. (29$ in the bank and I have a doctors apt coming up)

Katie (my most awesomestest niece ever) is now talking about presents from Santa. Depressing that I can't afford to buy her a present until AFTER christmas, but screw it.. We had to go to the mall to get Dawn a shirt for the Christmas Party and the little hellion ran off. I just saw a streak of pink going by the window and almost had a heart attack. As I was running out the store I dropped my phone and said screw it and kept going. Caught her in the next store and was walking out with the stuck up bitch in there giving me dirty looks. I guess she's never had to deal with a two year old who wants to be independant. Oh well. Katie was a cutie and I loved being around her.

The Christmas party was normal. Got drunk, couldn't hardly walk down the stairs. Ended up with a present from the Dirty Santa thing that was worth like.. maybe 10$. No bonuses. I'm not going next year. I spent way too much on the outfit even with Cassandra buying half for my christmas gift. I was pissed the entire time.

Anyways. Sick of writing. Probably shouldn't of done so here at work. Seems to always put me in a bad mood.

lol

Regards,

Nicole