hours increased slightly in march, still consumed by dead-end job at the department store. withdrew foodstamp case.
couldn't bear the thought of having failed and been failed at such a young age to have to need assistance in such an unfortunate situation.
also, tax money came in. pays to file early. got that one-time stimulus. it actually went pretty far.
changed haircolor too many times to remember, realized the personal infidelity scandal was in its final trimester and we enjoyed the final two months where we didn't have to mutter "any day now" to eachother.
the sun came out and the weather changed, ironicly i blew a bunch of money on post-season sweaters and hoodies. who can resist $3 cardigans at rue 21? i don't make enough money to buy winter clothes in the winter.
best memory of the whole debacle was covering dave matthews band's "GREY STREET" on a really big piano.
April nearly quit job, fought with crazy customers and decided to skip work to sit on the kitchen floor and cry. didn't lose my job, but came pretty goddamn close.
made it up to the boss in may, took on a veritable crap-load of hours and let work consume and numb me for the other woman's final month of pregnancy. she gave birth to a girl on the 27th.
then i got a really big paycheck and spent it all on food and shoes.
we love you, stella.
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