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I am going crazy. Hospital crazy. Like, straight-jacket, in the padded room crazy.
Yesterday and today, i've felt like Coke in the bottle that has been shaken up and is just waiting for someone to open the lid.
I got into a blowout with a bitch from work. She had changed a clients service in the middle of their appointment and failed to notify me. So when she found out that I charged him what he was booked for, instead of the service she performed on him, she got mad and tried to get a manager to deduct her charge from my paycheck. Hell yeah, I got pissed off and tried to explain to her, like I have to explain to everyone else, that I have millions of things to take care of, upfront, by myself. She told me, "you only have one job, and you can't even do that." I tried to explain to her that I can't be a fucking babysitter for everyone that works with me, and if she needed the money that bad, she should have told me she was performing a more expensive service. Apparently, while I was explaining this to her, my voice was getting louder and louder, and I included the words "fucking bull shit" in my explanation. I was told by a manager to take a walk, and I did.
I like my job, but it's like everyone that walks through those doors has no respect for what I do or put up with. Almost everybody has a biting remark to make. They all start chipping away at you. They make you start to hate life and the human race.
And last night's coed game did nothing to help the cause. Two weeks ago my team played the defending Div. 1 champs. I pulled of acrobatic heroics for 90 minutes, got the shutout, and shared the Man of the Match award with Ms. Taylor (who looked stunning in our new uniforms with her very short shorts, may I add). I really should've noticed the omen when I washed my uniform and my number, club badge, and sponsor logo came off of the jersey. In last night's game I didn't touch jack shit. I was scored on at my near-post, between the legs, and a girl also scored on me. All horrible things for a 'keeper. And while the other team was 5 goals up, a chick on their team decided she was gonna try to slug one of our guys. All hell broke loose at that point and I could feel the hand on my coke-lid starting to twist. I look like that teacher on Daria who always had the eye with the popped blood vessels because he was so stressed. I think what made loosing that game even more stressful was the fact that last weeks team was way superior and this team sucked balls, yet we beat last weeks team 2-0 and this team walked all over us.
My buddy Zak and I had awesome plans this weekend. He was splitting from his fiance of 3 years. He planned to move out of their home, bought a new car, made arrangements for his son, everything was transistioning smoothly. We had planned on going out and getting hammered at Cave's Lounge after work on Saturday. Then today he told me he had decided to try and salvage his relationship and attend couples' counseling with his fiance. I flipped shit. I thought he was going to ditch on me... but he didn't. So we were discussing changing our plans to include bowling when his fiance walked into our conversation and hilarity ensued...
Fiance: "ooooh! who are we going bowling with?"
Zak: "we're going bowling!" (points at himself and I)
F: "oh, we should have fun!"
Z: "No, him and I are going... to get drunk and bowl!"
F: " I can bring Gavin (2 years old)! He loves to bowl!
Me: " I don't think Gavin is old enough to drink."
F: Actually, he wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese! We can all go. We WILL all go!"
GRRRRRRRRR. Fucking Chuck E. Cheese. There is nothing worse than sappy coupledom. Couples who plan vacations together. And go out to Chuck E. Cheese. Laaaame.
So to top things off with moldy parmesan cheese, I am going to see Best Fwends tonight. The Literati is going to see some Jump Boys offspring band. Both at 1919. I don't know what the Literati's status is with Jeremy, but I am expecting to see him there. And by the way things have been going this week, he'll probably have his hands on my coke lid!
Yesterday and today, i've felt like Coke in the bottle that has been shaken up and is just waiting for someone to open the lid.
I got into a blowout with a bitch from work. She had changed a clients service in the middle of their appointment and failed to notify me. So when she found out that I charged him what he was booked for, instead of the service she performed on him, she got mad and tried to get a manager to deduct her charge from my paycheck. Hell yeah, I got pissed off and tried to explain to her, like I have to explain to everyone else, that I have millions of things to take care of, upfront, by myself. She told me, "you only have one job, and you can't even do that." I tried to explain to her that I can't be a fucking babysitter for everyone that works with me, and if she needed the money that bad, she should have told me she was performing a more expensive service. Apparently, while I was explaining this to her, my voice was getting louder and louder, and I included the words "fucking bull shit" in my explanation. I was told by a manager to take a walk, and I did.
I like my job, but it's like everyone that walks through those doors has no respect for what I do or put up with. Almost everybody has a biting remark to make. They all start chipping away at you. They make you start to hate life and the human race.
And last night's coed game did nothing to help the cause. Two weeks ago my team played the defending Div. 1 champs. I pulled of acrobatic heroics for 90 minutes, got the shutout, and shared the Man of the Match award with Ms. Taylor (who looked stunning in our new uniforms with her very short shorts, may I add). I really should've noticed the omen when I washed my uniform and my number, club badge, and sponsor logo came off of the jersey. In last night's game I didn't touch jack shit. I was scored on at my near-post, between the legs, and a girl also scored on me. All horrible things for a 'keeper. And while the other team was 5 goals up, a chick on their team decided she was gonna try to slug one of our guys. All hell broke loose at that point and I could feel the hand on my coke-lid starting to twist. I look like that teacher on Daria who always had the eye with the popped blood vessels because he was so stressed. I think what made loosing that game even more stressful was the fact that last weeks team was way superior and this team sucked balls, yet we beat last weeks team 2-0 and this team walked all over us.
My buddy Zak and I had awesome plans this weekend. He was splitting from his fiance of 3 years. He planned to move out of their home, bought a new car, made arrangements for his son, everything was transistioning smoothly. We had planned on going out and getting hammered at Cave's Lounge after work on Saturday. Then today he told me he had decided to try and salvage his relationship and attend couples' counseling with his fiance. I flipped shit. I thought he was going to ditch on me... but he didn't. So we were discussing changing our plans to include bowling when his fiance walked into our conversation and hilarity ensued...
Fiance: "ooooh! who are we going bowling with?"
Zak: "we're going bowling!" (points at himself and I)
F: "oh, we should have fun!"
Z: "No, him and I are going... to get drunk and bowl!"
F: " I can bring Gavin (2 years old)! He loves to bowl!
Me: " I don't think Gavin is old enough to drink."
F: Actually, he wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese! We can all go. We WILL all go!"
GRRRRRRRRR. Fucking Chuck E. Cheese. There is nothing worse than sappy coupledom. Couples who plan vacations together. And go out to Chuck E. Cheese. Laaaame.
So to top things off with moldy parmesan cheese, I am going to see Best Fwends tonight. The Literati is going to see some Jump Boys offspring band. Both at 1919. I don't know what the Literati's status is with Jeremy, but I am expecting to see him there. And by the way things have been going this week, he'll probably have his hands on my coke lid!