how was your day, aubri?
oh, you know, the normal.
i couldn't get into the city saturday night because some dude commit suicide thereby stalling the train for, like, 3 hours. and my total lack of empathy for him worries me.
anyway, i wound up not getting called into work (not going to think about how i could have gone to dc) but did spend a lovely and beautiful day with helena, cleaning all my clothes and bedding and spraying every square inch of my room with toxic chemicals.
then i went out with chris - a friend of jr's i met at lulu's b-day party - for no reason other than he called and it's better to party with people than alone. we went to my bar so i could get some free food from eddie and cheap cheap cheap drinks. then we wandered the area, tested a few bars, ate muzarella pizza, had soju at forbidden city and then drunkenly stumbled home.
i managed to miss most of my hangover this morning, and got to work on time.
so, so far my version of a 24 hour day has included bedbugs, toxic chemicals, death, missing my boyfriend, a few much needed interludes with friends and booze, quasi-hangovers, and having to go to work at starbucks.
while at starbucks i told antonio about how i was cutting my hours so i'd have more time for theatre things and myself. hopefully it doesn't crap me up in ways i haven't forseen.
then, i had some crazy guy come into my store. when i asked him to leave because he was acting erratic he threw his coffee on me and threatened to stab me with a pen.
so i called the cops and washed the coffee off myself and tried to calm down my customers and partners and didn't just walk off the floor and go home.
but i wasn't in a good mood for the rest of the night. and we got out, like, an hour late. much later than i had wanted.
and upon telling schmitty about my wonderful death threat he asked "how do you feel about that?"
how would you feel? you're at work, you do your job and someone who is clearly tweaked out on god knows what threatens you.
ugh. home now. on the futon. gonna spray my room again tomorrow morning before i go to the gym and the bar.
haven't talked with the landlord yet (my fault), but hope to do that tomorrow too.
i couldn't get into the city saturday night because some dude commit suicide thereby stalling the train for, like, 3 hours. and my total lack of empathy for him worries me.
anyway, i wound up not getting called into work (not going to think about how i could have gone to dc) but did spend a lovely and beautiful day with helena, cleaning all my clothes and bedding and spraying every square inch of my room with toxic chemicals.
then i went out with chris - a friend of jr's i met at lulu's b-day party - for no reason other than he called and it's better to party with people than alone. we went to my bar so i could get some free food from eddie and cheap cheap cheap drinks. then we wandered the area, tested a few bars, ate muzarella pizza, had soju at forbidden city and then drunkenly stumbled home.
i managed to miss most of my hangover this morning, and got to work on time.
so, so far my version of a 24 hour day has included bedbugs, toxic chemicals, death, missing my boyfriend, a few much needed interludes with friends and booze, quasi-hangovers, and having to go to work at starbucks.
while at starbucks i told antonio about how i was cutting my hours so i'd have more time for theatre things and myself. hopefully it doesn't crap me up in ways i haven't forseen.
then, i had some crazy guy come into my store. when i asked him to leave because he was acting erratic he threw his coffee on me and threatened to stab me with a pen.
so i called the cops and washed the coffee off myself and tried to calm down my customers and partners and didn't just walk off the floor and go home.
but i wasn't in a good mood for the rest of the night. and we got out, like, an hour late. much later than i had wanted.
and upon telling schmitty about my wonderful death threat he asked "how do you feel about that?"
how would you feel? you're at work, you do your job and someone who is clearly tweaked out on god knows what threatens you.
ugh. home now. on the futon. gonna spray my room again tomorrow morning before i go to the gym and the bar.
haven't talked with the landlord yet (my fault), but hope to do that tomorrow too.