That ain't the way to have fun, son.
Oh gosh, last night was stupid.
Ridiculous. Predictable. I walked in, he signalled his discontent immediately. Everyone else was fine. There were Coronas on the table. It was Friday. Nobody had to work today. I probably shouldn't have assumed he'd have a sense of humour. That's where I went wrong. I don't know him at all, I think. Then he lost it. His mind, that is, along with his temper.
Then.. Ka-fucking-booooom - - - my head exploded.
Then I got offered an interview for a job. And my friend got a promotion. And he said I can have as many shifts working for him as I want until I sort out these other offers. Therefore, I can take my time and get what I really want. I was graced with another dirty look and decided it was time to go upstairs. He pitched a fit while I was upstairs. My mood took a dive and my skinny jeans and ballet flats walked my unimpressed ass home to the sounds of panic! at the disco. Then I got home and MAGICALLY three of my favourite people in the world called.. one after the other.. and I got to rant and rave for an hour or two. Things could, in fact, be ok. I kind of feel like I had a good friend who packed up and jumped on a plane to god-knows-where. My theoretical friend left me no contact numbers and had no return date in mind.
Dammit.
On the other hand - Rockstars, Bubblegum and Beanies all made me smile at some point today. I have job prospects. I haven't failed any exams yet.
Yes. Hooray for the upside.
Ridiculous. Predictable. I walked in, he signalled his discontent immediately. Everyone else was fine. There were Coronas on the table. It was Friday. Nobody had to work today. I probably shouldn't have assumed he'd have a sense of humour. That's where I went wrong. I don't know him at all, I think. Then he lost it. His mind, that is, along with his temper.
Then.. Ka-fucking-booooom - - - my head exploded.
Then I got offered an interview for a job. And my friend got a promotion. And he said I can have as many shifts working for him as I want until I sort out these other offers. Therefore, I can take my time and get what I really want. I was graced with another dirty look and decided it was time to go upstairs. He pitched a fit while I was upstairs. My mood took a dive and my skinny jeans and ballet flats walked my unimpressed ass home to the sounds of panic! at the disco. Then I got home and MAGICALLY three of my favourite people in the world called.. one after the other.. and I got to rant and rave for an hour or two. Things could, in fact, be ok. I kind of feel like I had a good friend who packed up and jumped on a plane to god-knows-where. My theoretical friend left me no contact numbers and had no return date in mind.
Dammit.
On the other hand - Rockstars, Bubblegum and Beanies all made me smile at some point today. I have job prospects. I haven't failed any exams yet.
Yes. Hooray for the upside.