It's almost time for my third period for August, so I am in a craptacular mood today.
Seriously, I snapped at the lady at the grocery store because the ad said there would be boneless, skinless chicken breast for $1.99 a pound and there was NO BONELESS, SKINLESS CHICKEN BREAST FOR $1.99 A POUND. It was all like $3.99 a pound. And I asked the lady who was stocking the meat and she said, like she was bored, "It's not my responsibility what the ad says."
So I said, "Well. What a DELIGHTFUL attitude you have!"
And for me? That's really bitchy y'all. That's one of the bitchiest things I've said in at least twelve hours. At least.
So she walked off and I complained to the manager, and they acted like they had no idea what I was talking about EVEN WHEN I SHOWED THEM THE STUPID AD.
And yes, I am complaining.
And yes, I know this is a stupid thing to complain about.
But the searing pain in my one remaining ovary is putting me in a really foul mood.
So maybe just read tomorrow. I'll probably feel less like bitch-slapping people then.