We Now Return To Your Previously Scheduled Suckitude
The universe seems to have this idea that my life should suck. At a random point, they'll throw me a bone and I'll be happy for a few days, thinking that I might be seeing some glimmers of hope- only to slam me back into reality so hard I make an imprint on the dimension itself.
Yesterday stunk. Was as sore as if it were the end of the week instead of my Monday, plus I had to walk home carrying a bag of cat food in the rain.
Today was worse. Was running late for work and ran out the door to go into the laundry room and get some socks, only to turn back and find I'd locked myself out.
So. Cell phone was in the house, so I obviously couldn't call anyone. Without even shoes, I tried to find a way to break into my apartment, but had no luck and basically only succeeded in muddying my socks and getting my feel really cold and wet. Being underground makes it tricky to get into windows. I was still trying when my neighbor came home from work, and she let me use her phone to call first a locksmith and then work (to tell them I'd be tardy).
Had a small lucky break, at least. The locksmith was super nice, and was at my apartment two minutes after I made the call. He broke one of his pieces of equipment trying to get in, but he did it in the end. And forty bucks wasn't as bad as I was imagining- plus he showed me a trick for if it ever happens again, which I'm grateful for.
Was late to work, of course. Unfortunately, due to delays they were only just getting started when I came, and it was a 2000 piece truck. We got it done by lunch, but it was really tough work. Stacked horribly too, to the point where it was dangerous just to unload it. I felt bad for Billy- boxes were hitting him every five minutes.
Stupid life. Just makes me want to hate everything. It either needs to remain on the same level of evil, or cut me some slack on a far more regular basis.