Let this day end...
I got a nice paycheck and found out that I passed both of my classes with a B and a C. By all rights, I should have been happy.
I guess it all started sometime last night, being left in a horribly bad mood. I'm not going into detail on why.
Small things at first, like my usual bad gut instinct. Then the printer wouldn't function, and two engineers commented "You must be new salary." (I felt like slugging them in their fat nerd faces.) because they came just at the moment I found out the printer was busted.
Then, a couple of the production floor people got laid off, some of them friends. Then, a couple of people got fired.
On my way home, several fire trucks and ambulances almost got me rear ended when I pulled over to let them past and the bitch behind me wasn't paying attention.
The couple across the way are arguing out in the hall in the normally very quiet apartment building I have.
If I hear a crying baby, you'll hear about me in the news.
One last thing, I think "Hotel California" explain my father Kathy and I's relationship. That was brought up today too. It gets awkward to answer "I don't have a relationship with him, he's practically a sperm donor." in front of a room full of people.
I guess it all started sometime last night, being left in a horribly bad mood. I'm not going into detail on why.
Small things at first, like my usual bad gut instinct. Then the printer wouldn't function, and two engineers commented "You must be new salary." (I felt like slugging them in their fat nerd faces.) because they came just at the moment I found out the printer was busted.
Then, a couple of the production floor people got laid off, some of them friends. Then, a couple of people got fired.
On my way home, several fire trucks and ambulances almost got me rear ended when I pulled over to let them past and the bitch behind me wasn't paying attention.
The couple across the way are arguing out in the hall in the normally very quiet apartment building I have.
If I hear a crying baby, you'll hear about me in the news.
One last thing, I think "Hotel California" explain my father Kathy and I's relationship. That was brought up today too. It gets awkward to answer "I don't have a relationship with him, he's practically a sperm donor." in front of a room full of people.