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I'd say that my day couldn't really get any worse, but I know it really could. However, suffice to say, today really, really sucked. Since I pretty much slept yesterday away, I had to get back to doing stuff for the con today, which meant waking up at 10 and making signs and such up at the club office.
It wouldn't have been too stressful, and I figured that I could ride my bike there instead of walk so it'd be more relaxing...only my bike was gone. My shiny, happy, carefully locked bike had been stolen. Keeping a fool's hope, I walked around to all the different bike racks to see if maybe, just maybe I had left it somewhere else and had forgotten, but after a long, tiring search, my bike was still gone. This means I have to: 1)Call my parents and tell them, 2)File a police report with police who've seen this so much they don't care, 3)Find the warranty for my bike and see if it's still any good whatsoever, and 4)Get a new bike. All of these require extensive use of vocal capability and energy I don't have.
I walked slowly and quietly to the office and told myself I'd deal with it later, even though I know I'll probably feel just as bad tomorrow and have even less time to deal with it, since tomorrow is cram day for the con. Then the weekend is the con proper, so...I can at least squeeze in time for the police report when I go to pick up the keys for the lecture hall doors. The only good thing I discovered is that there's an organization called EGYHOP that'll give students crappy and semi-crappy old bikes for free. It won't be the nice, shiny new one Dad bought me, but I questioned the wisdom of buying such a bike for a college campus in the first place. My Dad loves bikes though, so he insisted.
I did get some good work done for the con, though I kept spacing out and getting distracted by the button-making people in another organization (buttons! <3), so I didn't get as much done as I would have liked. There's always tomorrow.
Of course, after a dinner I couldn't taste, I couldn't just go home and sleep because it was anime night tonight. Anime night requires the use of my laptop from 7-10 PM, and there's no way in hell I'd entrust my laptop to anyone else in that club. They're mostly very nice people and good friends...but they're college students. >_>; Responsibility + College anime geeks = ERROR. I can't even trust some of them to remember to give me back the podium key, as I learned tonight...~_~ I nearly got so stressed trying to find it that I almost started crying. I was concurrently reminded of the absolute clueless insensitivity of the creatures known as "young male humans," as Moses kept trying to tell me that if we didn't find the key, we could just go tell police services it was stolen and I could pay the $4 fine. THANKS. I'm sick, tired and frustrated to the point of tears, and you're telling me that it's fine because we can just trek over to police services, completely out of our way, and I can pay them my money because some idiot took off with a key that was put into my responsibility. After a few subtle attempts at getting him to shut up, a very pointed look and a gritted "No, it's NOT okay, I'm fucking NOT OKAY, so shut the hell up NOW," finally seemed to penetrate his thick head and the realization dawned that perhaps it wasn't the proper time for casual assurances of any sort.
We did find the key, eventually.
Yeah, so...not the best day. And now I can't sleep. ~_~
In better news, my college was in Seventeen magazine...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! If you know anything about my college, you'll know why this is so funny. I'll go into further detail once I buy my own copy, probably sometime next week. Look forward to scans, skewed perspectives and much laughter.
Current symptoms: Headache, sore throat, fever, off-and-on loss of vocal capability, general soreness. Whatever this fucking virus is, it should FEAR ME, because I will SLAUGHTER IT. *downs echinacea pills* >:D
It wouldn't have been too stressful, and I figured that I could ride my bike there instead of walk so it'd be more relaxing...only my bike was gone. My shiny, happy, carefully locked bike had been stolen. Keeping a fool's hope, I walked around to all the different bike racks to see if maybe, just maybe I had left it somewhere else and had forgotten, but after a long, tiring search, my bike was still gone. This means I have to: 1)Call my parents and tell them, 2)File a police report with police who've seen this so much they don't care, 3)Find the warranty for my bike and see if it's still any good whatsoever, and 4)Get a new bike. All of these require extensive use of vocal capability and energy I don't have.
I walked slowly and quietly to the office and told myself I'd deal with it later, even though I know I'll probably feel just as bad tomorrow and have even less time to deal with it, since tomorrow is cram day for the con. Then the weekend is the con proper, so...I can at least squeeze in time for the police report when I go to pick up the keys for the lecture hall doors. The only good thing I discovered is that there's an organization called EGYHOP that'll give students crappy and semi-crappy old bikes for free. It won't be the nice, shiny new one Dad bought me, but I questioned the wisdom of buying such a bike for a college campus in the first place. My Dad loves bikes though, so he insisted.
I did get some good work done for the con, though I kept spacing out and getting distracted by the button-making people in another organization (buttons! <3), so I didn't get as much done as I would have liked. There's always tomorrow.
Of course, after a dinner I couldn't taste, I couldn't just go home and sleep because it was anime night tonight. Anime night requires the use of my laptop from 7-10 PM, and there's no way in hell I'd entrust my laptop to anyone else in that club. They're mostly very nice people and good friends...but they're college students. >_>; Responsibility + College anime geeks = ERROR. I can't even trust some of them to remember to give me back the podium key, as I learned tonight...~_~ I nearly got so stressed trying to find it that I almost started crying. I was concurrently reminded of the absolute clueless insensitivity of the creatures known as "young male humans," as Moses kept trying to tell me that if we didn't find the key, we could just go tell police services it was stolen and I could pay the $4 fine. THANKS. I'm sick, tired and frustrated to the point of tears, and you're telling me that it's fine because we can just trek over to police services, completely out of our way, and I can pay them my money because some idiot took off with a key that was put into my responsibility. After a few subtle attempts at getting him to shut up, a very pointed look and a gritted "No, it's NOT okay, I'm fucking NOT OKAY, so shut the hell up NOW," finally seemed to penetrate his thick head and the realization dawned that perhaps it wasn't the proper time for casual assurances of any sort.
We did find the key, eventually.
Yeah, so...not the best day. And now I can't sleep. ~_~
In better news, my college was in Seventeen magazine...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! If you know anything about my college, you'll know why this is so funny. I'll go into further detail once I buy my own copy, probably sometime next week. Look forward to scans, skewed perspectives and much laughter.
Current symptoms: Headache, sore throat, fever, off-and-on loss of vocal capability, general soreness. Whatever this fucking virus is, it should FEAR ME, because I will SLAUGHTER IT. *downs echinacea pills* >:D