Get this.
ME: Farida, can you please send me your stats for the week of June 1st?
Farida: (pause,) I sent!
ME: No, you didn't.
Farida: I always make sure I send every week!
ME: Well, I don't have this one, can you please just send it?
Farida: Ok, what week? (rummages, sends) I'm sure I sent.
ME: I have emails from you for all the other weeks. Check your "Sent items".
Farida: I always delete Sent items.
ME: mmm. (How convenient.) Why do you delete Sent items?
Farida: I dunno .. I don't like to keep.I suppose I can't blame her, I wouldn't want to keep incriminating evidence either.
Warning: complaints from here on in.
I feel trapped. Debt has this way of taking options away from a person. I would sorely like to move out of Amanda's parents' basement, but really can't. Maybe I should get a metropass and just not use my car at all for a month, and see if I can survive. I'll probably save money in the process, and if it's not too painful maybe I'll just sell my car. Then I'll be laughing. LAUGHING, I say. BWA-hahahaaa.
My job is still boring and tedious and doesn't really do any good for mankind. Oh, and I left my f-ing sunglasses on the beach.