This week sucks.
I failed to get a job that I really really wanted.
Kitten broke one of my wineglasses (NBD) and an antique bottle that I found while on a walk with my grandfather (MAJOR SADFACE).
Also, I have to work during what was supposed to be Christmas time with H's family. When I told them, the in-laws said "we'll miss you" rather than "can we move it". It took BIL stepping in to get them to change it.
I still only work 8 hours a week making minimum wage and I feel like a stupid, useless lump.