I IZ NAWT UR BABEH.

[severity_softly]

There is this woman in our hotel that keeps calling me baby. Ugh, if you don't know me, don't call me baby. I don't care if you're a man or a woman. In fact, even if you do know me, don't call me baby. The only people who can get away with that are my parents. I am their baby, you know? It's just... I don't know. Condescending? That doesn't seem like the right word, but I'm not sure what the right word is.

So, I am at work today. My day would be half over right now, but I'm staying late tonight. They asked me to stay last night and tonight, but I had plans to write with innerslytherin last night. Tonight I have no excuse, and the guy who called out is out because his parents are both sick with cancer, and he needs to take care of his mother. I can't blame him. I'm still sort of regretting agreeing to come in, but whatever.

Another hot day today. Supposed to get near 100, but fortunately I'll be inside. The ac at work is sorta lame and won't keep up, but getting up to the 80s in here is better than the 90s out there.