Sometimes things just really, really really really, suck
It's veritably the end of the week, so let's recap:
Monday through Wednesday was the fruitless search for employ in Denton. Apparently the city is actually populated entirely by bartenders and waiters/waitresses, thus creating a flooded market. It's probably because it's a college town. Also occuring during this three day period was the my-family-hates-me saga, in which no member of my family actually wants to talk to me. There are stories, reasons for, and lengthy explanations, none of which I really want to waste my text on.
Thursday was the death of the Tricorder, aka my computer phone, a T-mobile MDA. It flew, fell, slid, and cracked. Now it is no more, and because I didn't remember to get insurance, it's now a 350 dollar debt in my jeans.
Friday was pointless and boring, which was actually a relief.
Saturday I spent the day cleaning up my house, running errands for other people, and eventually going to work at Republic, where I scraped my car against some meathead jock's car when pulling in to the valet space. The guy acted like a complete asshole about it, and almost started a fight with me. I used large amounts of my brain, spirit, and some other resources I didn't even know existed, to keep myself from flying off the handle and completely going apeshit on the wanker.
I kept reminding myself that it was, technically, my fault. Whether or not the guy was parked correctly, whether or not there were many ways of approaching a situation like that... no matter. I did the wrong, and so I sucked it up and didn't let it make me go hulk crazy.
Then I went in the back of the club and screamed at a dumpster for about five minutes.
I really really hope that this isn't one of those "comes in three's" things, because this week alone has pretty much bankrupted me.
-Sean
Monday through Wednesday was the fruitless search for employ in Denton. Apparently the city is actually populated entirely by bartenders and waiters/waitresses, thus creating a flooded market. It's probably because it's a college town. Also occuring during this three day period was the my-family-hates-me saga, in which no member of my family actually wants to talk to me. There are stories, reasons for, and lengthy explanations, none of which I really want to waste my text on.
Thursday was the death of the Tricorder, aka my computer phone, a T-mobile MDA. It flew, fell, slid, and cracked. Now it is no more, and because I didn't remember to get insurance, it's now a 350 dollar debt in my jeans.
Friday was pointless and boring, which was actually a relief.
Saturday I spent the day cleaning up my house, running errands for other people, and eventually going to work at Republic, where I scraped my car against some meathead jock's car when pulling in to the valet space. The guy acted like a complete asshole about it, and almost started a fight with me. I used large amounts of my brain, spirit, and some other resources I didn't even know existed, to keep myself from flying off the handle and completely going apeshit on the wanker.
I kept reminding myself that it was, technically, my fault. Whether or not the guy was parked correctly, whether or not there were many ways of approaching a situation like that... no matter. I did the wrong, and so I sucked it up and didn't let it make me go hulk crazy.
Then I went in the back of the club and screamed at a dumpster for about five minutes.
I really really hope that this isn't one of those "comes in three's" things, because this week alone has pretty much bankrupted me.
-Sean