Week 12
Week 12, glad it is over. It was a terrible week for me at work and outside of work. I am not doing good, I am very sad, deeply sad and I cry every day. My head, emotions and my heart are not well. But this week was bad for most of us at the club, last week too was bad except one of the nights. Either it is just a random thing that it happened to be bad, OR it is a sign that people are holding onto their money. The world is not a happy place right now, bad things are happening and people are reacting.
Swedish word of the week (I do week now instead of day), blomma which means flower.

We had two unattractive girls with shitty attitudes try the club out. It was so bad Wednesday and Thursday that they decided to go back to Portland. Good, stay there!
Me and my fake lashes that I could not get on right but I do not care. Nobody cares.

The ATM stopped working Saturday, of course it was the busiest night of the week and people wanted to get money out so they could spend it. But no. Some girls had guys send them money (like Venmo or CashApp) and then give back one dollar bills for the amount they got sent to them so people could tip us.
I have named the ATM "Adam" and tell people that in America there are machines that give you money, all you have to do is ask Adam for money, it is truly a miracle!

Saturday we had an unusaul amount of troglodyte types in, more than normal.
Hugging their beer cans, belching and uttering loud sounds that only their fellow oafs could comprehend. I did not socialize with the brutes. There are nights when I stay far away from the troglodytes, I just can't.
I am actually surprised by the state some people leave the house to go out into social group settings.
I definitely do not look fancy when I am out and about running errands, walking Kaya or coming into work (because within minutes of arriving I am changing into something else) but if I have plans of actually going out, I at least make an effort and leave the dirty saggy sweat pants and the soggy stained t-shirt at home.
Sigh......I just want to be home for the next two weeks and repair my soul. But I can't. I feel very fragile right now.