A Spotty-Faced Disaster

Date: 10/13/2017

I had walked into St. Margaret's to start my shift, when I realised that my face was really spotty and every time I look in the mirror the spots were getting worse and worse. I tried to tell the manager that I had come down with something and that I needed to go home, but she kept finding excuses for me to stay on and ordering me to do things. Next scene; I called my friend Liz and asked her if she'd like to go canoeing. She said "ummmm...." and after a long pause, she hung up on me.