Icing on the Cake
2004 has to be the shittiest year I can remember. When it first began, I had high hopes of the year outshining the last (which shouldn't have been hard). Oh no. Irony loves kicking a person in the ass when they have these hopes. It started off with my mother getting fired. Granted, this was in 2003 but it took her a good four months before she found another job, only to be fired again and so forth. About five months ago she found a great job that promoted her to supervisor with a hefty raise to 11.50 and hour which is great for this area. Uuuntil she got demoted back down to 7.00 soon after. Then there's my love life and I. Tony and I broke up in August which albeit was a great thing, made a month and a half of my life hell. Work has not been worth it, the last few months I haven't really made any more than 30 for a single shift I've had.
Anyway, I'm sure there's more shitty things but for now let's stick with THanksgiving. Thanksgiving I worked because it's a good money making day. And I made money. My section, me, Adam, and JW all made $186 each. So, Candace and I agreed to hang out and have our own celebration since her family was gone for the holiday and mine wasn't celebrating this year. We had a lot of fun drinking and watching "Save the Last Dance" in which we agreed to try and talk with a black vernacular accent/lexicon at work to see reactions from our co-workers. Come 1am, we decide we want to do something else so my friend and co-worker Bryan tells us to come over to Hugo's house and chill there. So we go. IN two cars because I live in that area and Candace and I agreed to just head home afterwards rather than go back to her fiancee's house where we were (all the way across town). Blah blah blah, we were there less than two hours and I asked her if she would mind leaving because my allergies to their two cats was bothering me. We go out to our cars...
I opened my trunk to put the bottle of crown in the back and see that my bottle of vodka is gone and the back seat that seals to the trunk is pushed forward. I'm thinking that I braked too hard and something rolled and hit the seat forward. When I go to the front seat and see broken glass, I immediately assume the bottle of vodka rolled forward and crashed. Then I see the rock. Then I see that my glovebox and middle compartment have been opened and I have a thousand pieces of crap strewn about all over mixed with the glass. Then I notice that my 9 DVDs that I took to Candace's house that night are all gone. Then I check my apron to see if my workbook is still there because my workbook had the 186 PLUS the 43 dollars from my other two nights' shifts. Gone. Then I hear Candace exclaim. Her car had been broken into as well. Her 130 that she made at work today was also taken in addition to about fifty of her CDs in a booklet. She started crying, so I Had to be the responsible one. The guys were in shock and hugged her (to which I was a bit jealous... even though I wasn't crying that doesn't mean I'm not upset and want a warm BOY to embrace me in the freezing wind..). Went to call the cops and Candace freaked out because she had had a shot of whiskey and was only 20 years old. The guys and I told her that the cop was NOT going to care about that given the circumstances and in fact wouldn't even know if she didn't tell him. SO we call and I gave a police report and drove home cold.
Yesterday really sucked. The shock I was in, the acceptance I had had immediately upon finding I'd been robbed was fine the day before but when I woke up and had to deal with my grandparents badgering me about me not supposed to keep money in my car (duh, like I don't KNOW the risk I take when I do that), and how I was probably in a bad area, lahdeedah... etc, I felt like shit. Upon going to work cold with a broken window (the plastic didn't work for shit and I tore it down before I got there), I FINALLY teared up a little. Didn't cry still. Probably won't. Co-workers were supportive and I finally got a few boy hugs. :\
Made about a 100 dollars to semi-make up for what happened. Went out with Tami who was supposed to pick me up, but who instead had Hugo pick me up since he lives close to me... Had I known he was part of the plan, I wouldn't have agreed to go. I like Hugo a lot, but we hang out with him all the time and he has a huge crush on Tami. Tami only makes out with him when drunk and I really didn't need to be the third wheel for that. Anyway, we went and saw some bands play and went to the LIars where my Ex, Tony, was stiiiiill at El Patio where I had left him when I got off work. Wasn't in the mood to see him STILL and avoided him for the most part. Danced a little which was the only time I felt good all night. Had to watch a couple of the guys I sort of have crushes on hit on other girls which doesn't help. Matt wasn't available, so we're likely to hang out tonight.
We then went to a theatre party at Joby's house which... sucked. Michael was there and he talked to me for a little bit but once he left, Tami had absolutely no reservation about hanging off one guy while Hugo watched, and then making out with Hugo once he left. Meanwhile I sit on the couch by myself contemplating sleep. I called her at one point telling her that I still exist, but she was too drunk to understand my meaning and I didn't see her for a good half hour. The last TEN minutes we're there, a boy finally comes over and starts hitting on me. Pretty cute until he smiled and was missing about three teeth for whatever reason. Kept asking if I liked being single or if I liked hooking up occassionally... thankfully, Hugo walked in and said we were leaving. Crashed at home at about 4am.
Woke up this morning to Nan and Pop apologizing for the badgering about my vandalized car because RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM OUR HOUSE, two cars were vandalized in exactly the same manner and our neighbors were talking to the cops with the same shocked/pissed expression I had had the night previous. Apparently the thief is working the area and my car wouldn't have been safer here than there. Makes me feel a little better but then I feel worse for feeling good about somebody else's pain.
*breathe* I needed to get some of that out.
DVDs lost:
Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2
Mulholland Drive.
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Cannibal the Musical
Harry Potter 3
Shrek 2
Frailty
EDIT:
aaand the one I couldn't remember was:
Big Fish
Happy THanksgiving and Happy Holidays.
Anyway, I'm sure there's more shitty things but for now let's stick with THanksgiving. Thanksgiving I worked because it's a good money making day. And I made money. My section, me, Adam, and JW all made $186 each. So, Candace and I agreed to hang out and have our own celebration since her family was gone for the holiday and mine wasn't celebrating this year. We had a lot of fun drinking and watching "Save the Last Dance" in which we agreed to try and talk with a black vernacular accent/lexicon at work to see reactions from our co-workers. Come 1am, we decide we want to do something else so my friend and co-worker Bryan tells us to come over to Hugo's house and chill there. So we go. IN two cars because I live in that area and Candace and I agreed to just head home afterwards rather than go back to her fiancee's house where we were (all the way across town). Blah blah blah, we were there less than two hours and I asked her if she would mind leaving because my allergies to their two cats was bothering me. We go out to our cars...
I opened my trunk to put the bottle of crown in the back and see that my bottle of vodka is gone and the back seat that seals to the trunk is pushed forward. I'm thinking that I braked too hard and something rolled and hit the seat forward. When I go to the front seat and see broken glass, I immediately assume the bottle of vodka rolled forward and crashed. Then I see the rock. Then I see that my glovebox and middle compartment have been opened and I have a thousand pieces of crap strewn about all over mixed with the glass. Then I notice that my 9 DVDs that I took to Candace's house that night are all gone. Then I check my apron to see if my workbook is still there because my workbook had the 186 PLUS the 43 dollars from my other two nights' shifts. Gone. Then I hear Candace exclaim. Her car had been broken into as well. Her 130 that she made at work today was also taken in addition to about fifty of her CDs in a booklet. She started crying, so I Had to be the responsible one. The guys were in shock and hugged her (to which I was a bit jealous... even though I wasn't crying that doesn't mean I'm not upset and want a warm BOY to embrace me in the freezing wind..). Went to call the cops and Candace freaked out because she had had a shot of whiskey and was only 20 years old. The guys and I told her that the cop was NOT going to care about that given the circumstances and in fact wouldn't even know if she didn't tell him. SO we call and I gave a police report and drove home cold.
Yesterday really sucked. The shock I was in, the acceptance I had had immediately upon finding I'd been robbed was fine the day before but when I woke up and had to deal with my grandparents badgering me about me not supposed to keep money in my car (duh, like I don't KNOW the risk I take when I do that), and how I was probably in a bad area, lahdeedah... etc, I felt like shit. Upon going to work cold with a broken window (the plastic didn't work for shit and I tore it down before I got there), I FINALLY teared up a little. Didn't cry still. Probably won't. Co-workers were supportive and I finally got a few boy hugs. :\
Made about a 100 dollars to semi-make up for what happened. Went out with Tami who was supposed to pick me up, but who instead had Hugo pick me up since he lives close to me... Had I known he was part of the plan, I wouldn't have agreed to go. I like Hugo a lot, but we hang out with him all the time and he has a huge crush on Tami. Tami only makes out with him when drunk and I really didn't need to be the third wheel for that. Anyway, we went and saw some bands play and went to the LIars where my Ex, Tony, was stiiiiill at El Patio where I had left him when I got off work. Wasn't in the mood to see him STILL and avoided him for the most part. Danced a little which was the only time I felt good all night. Had to watch a couple of the guys I sort of have crushes on hit on other girls which doesn't help. Matt wasn't available, so we're likely to hang out tonight.
We then went to a theatre party at Joby's house which... sucked. Michael was there and he talked to me for a little bit but once he left, Tami had absolutely no reservation about hanging off one guy while Hugo watched, and then making out with Hugo once he left. Meanwhile I sit on the couch by myself contemplating sleep. I called her at one point telling her that I still exist, but she was too drunk to understand my meaning and I didn't see her for a good half hour. The last TEN minutes we're there, a boy finally comes over and starts hitting on me. Pretty cute until he smiled and was missing about three teeth for whatever reason. Kept asking if I liked being single or if I liked hooking up occassionally... thankfully, Hugo walked in and said we were leaving. Crashed at home at about 4am.
Woke up this morning to Nan and Pop apologizing for the badgering about my vandalized car because RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM OUR HOUSE, two cars were vandalized in exactly the same manner and our neighbors were talking to the cops with the same shocked/pissed expression I had had the night previous. Apparently the thief is working the area and my car wouldn't have been safer here than there. Makes me feel a little better but then I feel worse for feeling good about somebody else's pain.
*breathe* I needed to get some of that out.
DVDs lost:
Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2
Mulholland Drive.
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Cannibal the Musical
Harry Potter 3
Shrek 2
Frailty
EDIT:
aaand the one I couldn't remember was:
Big Fish
Happy THanksgiving and Happy Holidays.