Crappy Day
Ok, today was a crappy day, because all sorts of little things kept happening that made it not such a good day. I hate it when that happens. I got chewed out by some foreign guy because I dialed his number instead of someone else's. Perhaps because phones are a luxury in his country, he feels that American's don't deserve the right to dial unless they are one of his elite group or something. Or maybe he hasn't figured out that more than 3 people actually have phones in the U.S, so it's highly probably that he'll get a wrong number from time to time. Jackass.
I went to the bank and it took twenty minutes for the girl to process my deposit of 3 checks. At the drive-through. And then she forgot to give me my money, so it took longer. WTF? How hard is it to process deposits? Aren't they supposed to put the quick people at the drive up window? This chick was slow AND dumb. And her incompetence meant that I couldn't run my other errand at the post office because it would make me late for my meeting. Which would end up being irrelevant. See below.
My adviser at school completely forgot we had an appointment to meet, and then completely blew me off, and blew my questions, issues, and movie off. I try to cut him slack because he is busy, but I'm tired of being blown off by the faculty in this department. And he made me late to my next class.
My shoe broke, which made it impossible to walk in it, so I had to walk without it in public, something I absolutely loathe. Mostly because it's gross. My foot has shower written all over it right now.
I wanted to go to a concert tonight, and could not find anyone to go with me. I asked Kid A, and he said he "didn't feel like it". I hate it when he does that. I hate it when he does a lot of things. And I hate it that it bothers me so much.
Boy B said he would call me later tonight, but true to form, he hasn't. I'm not as mad, mostly because I knew he was lying when he said it and never actually expected him to call. It would have been nice, though, to feel as if someone is thinking about me enough to call.
I have a ton of reading that needs to get done by tomorrow, and I know that no matter what I do, I will not finish, because it is esoteric and boring and there are over 100 pages of it. Plus I disagree with a large portion of it, which makes it that much harder to get through. I also need to get started on another paper that will be due in a couple of weeks, and get some film stuff done, and figure out this other pseudo-job I just found out about today and get some actual quality writing done.
It's also been a bad day because I got stuck in that lonely for no reason feeling that strikes when I'm least capable of thwarting it. Nothing happens and I still get depressed. I hate that. Because it's unstoppable and because it's overwhelming. And because I can't talk about it with anyone because they won't understand. I don't understand either.
I'm going to see the pro at the club tomorrow, and I'm hoping she'll have something helpful to say. Because these days, things get hard fast, and not in a good way.
I went to the bank and it took twenty minutes for the girl to process my deposit of 3 checks. At the drive-through. And then she forgot to give me my money, so it took longer. WTF? How hard is it to process deposits? Aren't they supposed to put the quick people at the drive up window? This chick was slow AND dumb. And her incompetence meant that I couldn't run my other errand at the post office because it would make me late for my meeting. Which would end up being irrelevant. See below.
My adviser at school completely forgot we had an appointment to meet, and then completely blew me off, and blew my questions, issues, and movie off. I try to cut him slack because he is busy, but I'm tired of being blown off by the faculty in this department. And he made me late to my next class.
My shoe broke, which made it impossible to walk in it, so I had to walk without it in public, something I absolutely loathe. Mostly because it's gross. My foot has shower written all over it right now.
I wanted to go to a concert tonight, and could not find anyone to go with me. I asked Kid A, and he said he "didn't feel like it". I hate it when he does that. I hate it when he does a lot of things. And I hate it that it bothers me so much.
Boy B said he would call me later tonight, but true to form, he hasn't. I'm not as mad, mostly because I knew he was lying when he said it and never actually expected him to call. It would have been nice, though, to feel as if someone is thinking about me enough to call.
I have a ton of reading that needs to get done by tomorrow, and I know that no matter what I do, I will not finish, because it is esoteric and boring and there are over 100 pages of it. Plus I disagree with a large portion of it, which makes it that much harder to get through. I also need to get started on another paper that will be due in a couple of weeks, and get some film stuff done, and figure out this other pseudo-job I just found out about today and get some actual quality writing done.
It's also been a bad day because I got stuck in that lonely for no reason feeling that strikes when I'm least capable of thwarting it. Nothing happens and I still get depressed. I hate that. Because it's unstoppable and because it's overwhelming. And because I can't talk about it with anyone because they won't understand. I don't understand either.
I'm going to see the pro at the club tomorrow, and I'm hoping she'll have something helpful to say. Because these days, things get hard fast, and not in a good way.
posted by Ocean | 8:23 PM
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