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so overall things have been wonderful with my life. dan and i have been together 5 months, and things are generally good.
but today was just one of those day where nothing went right, and it got progressively worse all day. so i need to vent.
first of all its the wrong week of the month for a "when it rains it pours" kind of day.
last night dan and i had an argument about how I don't really like being around the drug scene anymore. we want to take a cruise next summer as a kind of anniversary trip. thats fine, i was really looking forward to it. then he starts talkng about doing drugs on the ship and stuff, plus all his guy/druggy friends are going. romantic, right?i separated myself from the drug scene years ago, i hate being around it. so no offense, but after 4 terrible years of dealing with that stuff, that's not my idea of the perfect one year anniversary cruise. so i said if that was the case i wasnt going. and the fact that i'm hormonal, and kinda tipsy, i started to cry. and then he said he wasnt going if i wasnt and how he couldnt control his friends and all that....and i felt really guilty for speaking my mind. but what am i supposed to say? honestly? i spent four years taking care of coke addicts and its not my idea of a good time. but i apologized, and let go the new years eve argument before it even started, because essentially its the same thing. although its not going to go well in a few days when its gonna happen anyway.
but anywho...we made up and things were good. so this morning his alarm went off for almost 2 hours but that wasn't the worst thing that could happen. i ended up getting up early anyway. big deal. i'm exhausted now though.
so i left for work an hour earlier than normal today, thinking i'd run to the bank since i didnt have time last night, and then go to work early to get some hours. well the bank thing went well, but i get back in my car and my gas light is on...no big deal i'm across the street from sheetz. well, unfortunately i didnt get cash out at the bank and my debit card was in my other coat...in my house. so i tried activating my new credit card in the parking lot, but couldnt understand the foreign bitch on the other side of the conversation. luckily, sheetz still takes checks, even if it took forever, at least i still got to work. but not early. i walked in a few minutes before i was scheduled.
work wasnt fun either. someone was on a powertrip, and claimed that in a lull in customers (granted we were ridic busy moments before for quite a while) while i was leaning against a wall, obviously they didn't even need me there so they didnt know why i was scheduled. i work hard there, i dont need anyone to tell me that i'm not needed. then they made me fucking fill the coke machine because i wasn't doing anything at that moment. oops.
the rest of the day pretty much went like that...and then we couldnt even close on time because some lady had to ask a million questions...after we were closed and were trying to lock the door.
i checked my grades at work today too, and noticed theres an obvious typo on the website, because it claims i got a 2.0 in nursing, which is FAILING...and my lowest grade in the class was an 86. i should have gotten a 3.0 or 3.5...so i sent some emails to figure out what happened and get it fixed before someone things i failed the program. I worked my ass off this semester, and my other two grades were 4.0s. the stress is supposed to be over.
i also have felt like shit all day, i got some sort of tremors last night, and they were worse today, and now i've got a headache.
and dan was supposed to come down tonight, and now said hes shopping with his best friend and staying home. sweet. all i need is a hug and someone to hold my hand for a while, and i can't even have that. and i wont see him tomorrow due to the shitty weather coming, and even if it doesnt i need to run to wilkesbarre for the evening to shut my heat off and deal with my grades issue.
i cried to my mom earlier. but i still feel shitty. after burying my cousin who passed last week, and my uncle being really sick last weekend, i just need a vacation. an enjoyable one. its rare i have days like this anymore, but when i do they're really bad. i guess it could be worse, but it just sucks.
im going to bed.
but today was just one of those day where nothing went right, and it got progressively worse all day. so i need to vent.
first of all its the wrong week of the month for a "when it rains it pours" kind of day.
last night dan and i had an argument about how I don't really like being around the drug scene anymore. we want to take a cruise next summer as a kind of anniversary trip. thats fine, i was really looking forward to it. then he starts talkng about doing drugs on the ship and stuff, plus all his guy/druggy friends are going. romantic, right?i separated myself from the drug scene years ago, i hate being around it. so no offense, but after 4 terrible years of dealing with that stuff, that's not my idea of the perfect one year anniversary cruise. so i said if that was the case i wasnt going. and the fact that i'm hormonal, and kinda tipsy, i started to cry. and then he said he wasnt going if i wasnt and how he couldnt control his friends and all that....and i felt really guilty for speaking my mind. but what am i supposed to say? honestly? i spent four years taking care of coke addicts and its not my idea of a good time. but i apologized, and let go the new years eve argument before it even started, because essentially its the same thing. although its not going to go well in a few days when its gonna happen anyway.
but anywho...we made up and things were good. so this morning his alarm went off for almost 2 hours but that wasn't the worst thing that could happen. i ended up getting up early anyway. big deal. i'm exhausted now though.
so i left for work an hour earlier than normal today, thinking i'd run to the bank since i didnt have time last night, and then go to work early to get some hours. well the bank thing went well, but i get back in my car and my gas light is on...no big deal i'm across the street from sheetz. well, unfortunately i didnt get cash out at the bank and my debit card was in my other coat...in my house. so i tried activating my new credit card in the parking lot, but couldnt understand the foreign bitch on the other side of the conversation. luckily, sheetz still takes checks, even if it took forever, at least i still got to work. but not early. i walked in a few minutes before i was scheduled.
work wasnt fun either. someone was on a powertrip, and claimed that in a lull in customers (granted we were ridic busy moments before for quite a while) while i was leaning against a wall, obviously they didn't even need me there so they didnt know why i was scheduled. i work hard there, i dont need anyone to tell me that i'm not needed. then they made me fucking fill the coke machine because i wasn't doing anything at that moment. oops.
the rest of the day pretty much went like that...and then we couldnt even close on time because some lady had to ask a million questions...after we were closed and were trying to lock the door.
i checked my grades at work today too, and noticed theres an obvious typo on the website, because it claims i got a 2.0 in nursing, which is FAILING...and my lowest grade in the class was an 86. i should have gotten a 3.0 or 3.5...so i sent some emails to figure out what happened and get it fixed before someone things i failed the program. I worked my ass off this semester, and my other two grades were 4.0s. the stress is supposed to be over.
i also have felt like shit all day, i got some sort of tremors last night, and they were worse today, and now i've got a headache.
and dan was supposed to come down tonight, and now said hes shopping with his best friend and staying home. sweet. all i need is a hug and someone to hold my hand for a while, and i can't even have that. and i wont see him tomorrow due to the shitty weather coming, and even if it doesnt i need to run to wilkesbarre for the evening to shut my heat off and deal with my grades issue.
i cried to my mom earlier. but i still feel shitty. after burying my cousin who passed last week, and my uncle being really sick last weekend, i just need a vacation. an enjoyable one. its rare i have days like this anymore, but when i do they're really bad. i guess it could be worse, but it just sucks.
im going to bed.