They shall mourn my grumpiness
From Friday June 15th:
There were PRCRs everywhere! Blue,yellow and pink sheets flying through the air. We don't know when Patty finally lost it but at some point she just laid down and died in the back. We just buried her in PRCRs and kept on going. They just kept coming with papers and keys and phone calls. We racked as fast as we could! We typed till our little fingers bled. They just kept dropping all around me. Everything started to get fuzzy then and the room spun. The keys! The keys!
O.K. that isn't how my last day of work went but it is what my boss and I were saying would happen during close down before hand. Actually close down went quite well. Moving in the summer kids did not go nearly as well but there is always going to be a few snags. And then magically at nine o'clock I was done. I clocked out for the last time at the Area Desk ever and walked away. I was elated.
Then my mood turned sour. I called my room and my mother's cell phone five times to get her to let me in the building so I could go to my room. I even shouted at my open window. Still she never came down to let me in. I imagined all sorts of scenarios, she was in the bathroom, she was in the car, she fell and busted her skull open and is now in need of serious medical attention. So, I called my friend who also lived in the building and was staying over an extra day to come let me in. I felt bad because she was spending time with her family that flew in from Japan but she was the only one that could let me. We get up there and there is my mother scrubbing the carpet.There is glass everywhere and red on her arms so my friend and I automatically assume the worst but she was fine. She just put my very large bottle of pomegranate syrup, that I had bought to bring home so I could have pomegranate Italian sodas at home because you can't buy that flavor of syrup anywhere even remotely near where I live, on the edge of a shelf, that I told her not to put things on, and it fell. Yes, my mother was packing for me and cleaning my room while I was at work. It was her idea. I would have much rather her not show up till Saturday and and me be up all night after work packing by myself. Whenever my mother "helps" me things get lost and broken. Not that I don't love my mother and appreciate that she actually wants to help me. Oh I need to just stop before I say something bad.
website of the day: http://www.weebls-stuff.com/games/Cat+Death+Auto
There were PRCRs everywhere! Blue,yellow and pink sheets flying through the air. We don't know when Patty finally lost it but at some point she just laid down and died in the back. We just buried her in PRCRs and kept on going. They just kept coming with papers and keys and phone calls. We racked as fast as we could! We typed till our little fingers bled. They just kept dropping all around me. Everything started to get fuzzy then and the room spun. The keys! The keys!
O.K. that isn't how my last day of work went but it is what my boss and I were saying would happen during close down before hand. Actually close down went quite well. Moving in the summer kids did not go nearly as well but there is always going to be a few snags. And then magically at nine o'clock I was done. I clocked out for the last time at the Area Desk ever and walked away. I was elated.
Then my mood turned sour. I called my room and my mother's cell phone five times to get her to let me in the building so I could go to my room. I even shouted at my open window. Still she never came down to let me in. I imagined all sorts of scenarios, she was in the bathroom, she was in the car, she fell and busted her skull open and is now in need of serious medical attention. So, I called my friend who also lived in the building and was staying over an extra day to come let me in. I felt bad because she was spending time with her family that flew in from Japan but she was the only one that could let me. We get up there and there is my mother scrubbing the carpet.There is glass everywhere and red on her arms so my friend and I automatically assume the worst but she was fine. She just put my very large bottle of pomegranate syrup, that I had bought to bring home so I could have pomegranate Italian sodas at home because you can't buy that flavor of syrup anywhere even remotely near where I live, on the edge of a shelf, that I told her not to put things on, and it fell. Yes, my mother was packing for me and cleaning my room while I was at work. It was her idea. I would have much rather her not show up till Saturday and and me be up all night after work packing by myself. Whenever my mother "helps" me things get lost and broken. Not that I don't love my mother and appreciate that she actually wants to help me. Oh I need to just stop before I say something bad.
website of the day: http://www.weebls-stuff.com/games/Cat+Death+Auto