Complaints and anti-complaints.
Firstly, there is no good antonym for “complaint” in the English language. You might suggest “praise” or “approval”, but I plan on neither “praising” anything nor “approving” of something in particular. Because of this serious fault in the vernacular, I’m going to refer to the latter part of this post as an anti-complaint. Deal with it accordingly.
I worked for the first time in a long time today. It was incredibly physically taxing. I suppose that after two weeks of not working, I forgot how tired my legs and feet get after five hours of running around a restaurant.
I didn’t get home until around 11:30, and I literally (not literally) felt like my feet were about to fall off. I need new work shoes. That being said, I need a lot of things. And I definitely don’t have the disposable income right now to be thinking about ~new work shoes~.
But that’s all besides the point. Like I said, I got home at 11:30 and finally got to go to bed. I fell asleep almost instantly with the knowledge that I wouldn’t have to be awake until around 10, because my first class is cancelled tomorrow. Of course, a mere two hours into my slumber, I wake up realizing that I still have to write the rough draft of my Ethics paper for tomorrow.
I curse the world, get up, get to my computer, and plan on writing for the next few hours.
A mere fifteen minutes later, I am finished, and am pretty sure that I’ve just created an A-worthy paper, and I am absolutely thrilled.
(The previous sentence was an anti-complaint. Thank you for reading. That is all.)
