Friday I was on a golf course for over 9 hours. I have never been more exhausted/jittery/annoyed at life.
My second job is basically being a personal assistant for a guy who has a few businesses going on in Orem/Sandy, and part of my duties include shmoozing it up at a golf course where they were SERVING BLOODY MARYS.
Drunken business men swinging clubs around like it's a new dance craze- I feared for my life and my virtue.
I saw the oldest man alive while I was there. He was probably the oldest person I have ever seen. His skin looked like paper, and he could hardly walk, but man oh man could he drive a golf ball. Needs help to pee, but hits the farthest out of his group.
The rest of my weekend was sleeping and rubbing lotion on my sunburned sunburn. Now it's Monday and I'm back to square one all over....office by day and Sammy's by night. I feel tired just thinking about it.
2 comments:
Oh such a whiner.
way to be supportive
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