she opened her mouth to speak, and before a word could escape... the familiar scent of bitch filled the room.

i have to say, i think i was born with hater in my system.

on a lighter note, the characters that i work with are starting to grow on me already. my favorite is claire, or miss claire as they say on the loud speaker ("miss claire, theres a phone call for you on line 3"). she accidently called me monica, and now it's some big joke i guess even though it's secretly one of my biggest pet peeves. she has a very kind smile and her essence reminds me of a grandma, which makes sense because she's a little aged, like a good cheese. the day she hired me she looked at my i.d. and said, "oh, youre an organ donor? (which i had no idea) my son was but we didn't find out until after he died." DEPRESSING MUCH? i love you claire, i will be the son you've lost, except a daughter. this woman named darlene, who is the patisserie attendant, is chubby and friendly and she smells like she might give me second hand smoke. but it's comforting. theres also robert the cake decorator; i smushed one of his cakes on the first day of work and i can't tell whether he's italian or spanish because he's too tan yet not tan enough. my manager bob is friendly and it looks like a broom head is sitting on top of his upper lip. and there's also jimmy who is a couple years older than me, he screams "HOOO" and "WHOA!" for no reason and he got employee of the month today... he has what i suspect is a southern jersey accent. i can't tell if he's genuinely a nice guy, or just one of those guy's who pretends to be nice to your face but has an alter ego..and makes fun of you once his car door slams. i'll give him the benefit of the doubt though. And then there's me, the slightly awkward black girl with unruly eyebrows (i need plucking), big poo colored eyes and a pointy little nose who meeps ("meep!!") and eeks ("eek!") for almost no reason at all. Helene scares me, she's always so tired by the time i come in and she wanders around like a ghost. she's the bakery ghost who floats from display to display arranging packages and yawning. she talked to me once.. she has a really thick accent and i think it's a philly one but i have only met one person from philly who said begels instead of bagels so I CAN'T BE TOO SURE. either way.. she is a little creepy.

i stared at bread for so long today (hot dog and hamburger buns, torpedos, kaiser rolls.. FUCK YOU KAISER ROLLS) that i think it will haunt me tonight in my dreams.

driving to see the love of my life tonight. my body is achy but i'm gonna push myself to work out anyway.