I Hate It Here

I've said it out loud. I hate it here.

The dryer broke down, full of sopping wet socks and t-shirts.

The faucet stopped working. It will only blast scalding hot water.

The bathrooms both hold a funky smell - strong, funky, and not from our bodies.

Dave worked all night last night and is bordering on being late today.

And then there was yesterday. And this whole prior week, where all 4 of us have been sick for over 1 week each.

We fired our ayi before she even started because she kept upping her price.

I can't do it anymore. I hate it here.