Sincerely, Tushari.

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My feet hurt.

My feet hurt so damn bad.

I just wanna cry and throw a fat girl tantrum right now.

Today was my first day of work. I loved/ hated it.

1. I loved it because I got to be social, meet new people and be around my love, which happens to be fashion.

2. I hated it because, lawwwd! I was on my feet for a straight 8 hrs! 😩😩 My feet really are barking! Like bitch whet?? I also hated it because these hoes we call customers act like they ain't got no home training. They see you folding or hanging something up and they wanna drop something or put things down that don't have no right being where they put it.

So now my fat ass gotta go alllllll the way to the drop off racks to drop off unnecessary clothing that isn't in my section! I was ready to cuss a couple people out today, but I told myself. "Tushari, that paycheck gon be looking soo damn sexy next week bitch, don't bitch slap nobody, your shift almost over. Be patient, don't throw all the clothes around and walk out like the gee that you are."

So pep talking myself and the bomb ass music they was playing got me through this longggg day.

P. S. I have tomorrow off!!! 👏👏👏😩😩😊😊 I will be updating!!!

Another P. S. This isn't the cutest picture, but this was my face pretty much the wholeeeee day unless I was speaking to customers. 😂😂😩😩😒