State of the Me
Let me tell you internets, this has been the week from hell.
1) I got hit by a car while biking to work on Monday. Yep. Then I got home and found out that my friend's baby had died.
2) Tuesday I was incredibly sore from being hit by the car and was so exhausted and our passive-aggressive property manager struck again by trying to intimidate my sweet roommate. Joke's on her though; sweet roommate is a very, very kind person but if you make her mad she'll destroy you from orbit.
3) Wednesday was okay, actually. I had the day off and we got the keys to the house we rented. It still wasn't great as there was stuff I wanted to do and couldn't, but it wasn't awful.
4) Thursday I misremembered the time of my dentist appointment and not only missed it (and thus have to go another month before getting my root canal filled in) but I also missed my much-loved boss's retirement party. I did manage to go to the bead store and Home Depot to get the new house keys copied, but Home Depot copied the deadbolt one wrong and now it doesn't work. Anyone planning on robbing us: the rest of the keys work just fine. The house is still locked. Also there's nothing there, so... idk, not the best plan probably.
5) Friday I had to get up stupidly early to make up for having the day off on Wednesday, then I had a therapy appointment, which didn't suck but I did have to tell my therapist that my psychiatrist is playing disorder roulette with my diagnosis and seems to think I have a) bipolar disorder (extremely unlikely), b) ADD/ADHD (possible but unlikely) or c) undisclosed childhood abuse, which I kind of want to cut her for implying about my parents and that was not a fun time). AND THEN our passive-aggressive property manager informed us at 6:15 PM that she would show the apartment at 11:30 AM the next day. We told her sure but we'd be packing and moving shit as you do on a day when you don't have work and you do have to move, and she just EXPLODED on us, lost her shit and said we were making it hard to rerent the place. Fuck her. Two weeks and we never have to see her again.
6) Saturday I moved a bunch of shit, ran up and down our seven flights of stairs seven times and kind of wanted to die, and then fell over and had a cupcake.
7) Today I just stayed in bed. Because fuck this week.
Next week should be better, please gods. I'm fairly sure it can't get worse.
eta: Oh, yeah, and in petty things that nevertheless really piss me off, the bezel from hell fell apart on me AGAIN. This is the fifth time I've tried to make this damn thing.
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1) I got hit by a car while biking to work on Monday. Yep. Then I got home and found out that my friend's baby had died.
2) Tuesday I was incredibly sore from being hit by the car and was so exhausted and our passive-aggressive property manager struck again by trying to intimidate my sweet roommate. Joke's on her though; sweet roommate is a very, very kind person but if you make her mad she'll destroy you from orbit.
3) Wednesday was okay, actually. I had the day off and we got the keys to the house we rented. It still wasn't great as there was stuff I wanted to do and couldn't, but it wasn't awful.
4) Thursday I misremembered the time of my dentist appointment and not only missed it (and thus have to go another month before getting my root canal filled in) but I also missed my much-loved boss's retirement party. I did manage to go to the bead store and Home Depot to get the new house keys copied, but Home Depot copied the deadbolt one wrong and now it doesn't work. Anyone planning on robbing us: the rest of the keys work just fine. The house is still locked. Also there's nothing there, so... idk, not the best plan probably.
5) Friday I had to get up stupidly early to make up for having the day off on Wednesday, then I had a therapy appointment, which didn't suck but I did have to tell my therapist that my psychiatrist is playing disorder roulette with my diagnosis and seems to think I have a) bipolar disorder (extremely unlikely), b) ADD/ADHD (possible but unlikely) or c) undisclosed childhood abuse, which I kind of want to cut her for implying about my parents and that was not a fun time). AND THEN our passive-aggressive property manager informed us at 6:15 PM that she would show the apartment at 11:30 AM the next day. We told her sure but we'd be packing and moving shit as you do on a day when you don't have work and you do have to move, and she just EXPLODED on us, lost her shit and said we were making it hard to rerent the place. Fuck her. Two weeks and we never have to see her again.
6) Saturday I moved a bunch of shit, ran up and down our seven flights of stairs seven times and kind of wanted to die, and then fell over and had a cupcake.
7) Today I just stayed in bed. Because fuck this week.
Next week should be better, please gods. I'm fairly sure it can't get worse.
eta: Oh, yeah, and in petty things that nevertheless really piss me off, the bezel from hell fell apart on me AGAIN. This is the fifth time I've tried to make this damn thing.
This entry is crossposted at http://bookblather.dreamwidth.org/352778.html. Please comment over there if possible.