I hate people. Not all people. Most of the time I really like people. They're cool and give me something to do that doesn't involve burying my head in a book. But today, I really don't like people. And we've had 28 visitors and I've given 6 tours. With my gallbladder staging war in my gut. So my blood sugar is low because all I get to eat is apple juice with vinegar and saltines. Which means faking it is a bummer. And its currently over 90 degrees, the air condition is off, and my face is breaking out.
Hey, I'm a woman. We complain right? We're touchy. That's what my father said when my car broke down. It needs gas and is making a whiny noise. Today is not a good day. I hate people.
Anyway, funny story to illustrate why people are stupid today. I went out to give a tour then came back to the office. There were some folks wandering around the museum and one of the high schoolers that pull weeds and clean the bathroom tell me someone is looking for me. So I ask them if they were looking to speak with the visitor center. They say no. Later, the phone rings, the lady asks where we are, and she is standing across the lobby from me. It was out of a movie. Or a really lame book. And then I found $10.
Wouldn't that make such a better story. But the rest is true. I hate people. Least I'm no longer cooking for them. Ooh, chicken. I want chicken. Now go, let me eat my saltines and drink my spiked apple juice in peace. Because, at least until I get something real in my veins, I hate people.
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