FIFTEEN
Monday mornings don’t really suck for me, but today’s the day from hell.
I woke up late…and rushed to work without putting on lipstick. Bekah noticed and stopped mid-sip in her Tim Hortons coffee, pointing at her mouth, then back at me.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s one of those days,” I say, feeling naked without lipstick or gloss, not even a tinted lip balm, not anything.
I had rushed through my morning workout, over-exhausting my legs and abs, and I know I’m going to feel it every single time I get on and off my rolling stool while working, hell even when going to the bathroom.
It’s unfortunately going to be one of those days where squatting is going to kill me, I just know it.
I rush to get ready for my next client, running behind on sanitizing my station, wanting it to be freshly do
