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I feel my belief in karma being shattered, even as we speak.
Uh, hey. What's up. Over at Ross' house, originally to take him to Hobby so we could pick Chris up. Now he's stuck in Maine for fog... strike that, he just got on the plane. He'll be a full 24 hours late by the time that thing lands. Supposed to be here yesterday at 3. But due to a bevy of mechanical and weather problems, he's a day late and swears he has a story that will put some of my shit to shame. And you couldn't believe some of the things that happen to me. Unless you read my journal with regularity. And the question, then, is WHY?
The karma thing? I helped some dude with a ride on my way to the PRE-application (damn you, Mother) for a 40 desk job at Precinct 8 (basically NASA/Clear Lake). He said he had no cash, but it would come around to me. In retrospect, I would ask: "Why the fuck would you have to say something like THAT?!" MISERABLE days ever since. No joke.
::sigh:: Michelle kinda lied to me. I mean, it's not her fault, and she was telling the truth to a point, a very BIG point... She promised that yesterday would be better because two days ago was teh suck. As I was leaving work last night (I wasn't scheduled, but the other driver didn't show anyway... I was told if he didn't call, to cover him), I took off my apron and collared shirt because they were now unnecessary. I saw my sunglasses roll out of my apron. What I DIDN'T see was $21 (all but $.85 of my tips the whole night) come out. I made it all the way home in a good mood until I couldn't find the money. I drive ALL the way back to search the road. I see a fluttering piece of paper. I blaze up to it, jump out, and examine the bill. It's ONE DOLLAR. The 20 and the 1 were rolled together. So here's how badly someone wanted me to be miserable. They found the thing together, and only took the twenty, leaving the one. I'll admit it. I sat on the curb and started crying. I smashed a flashlight. I wanted to go score a few sympathy bucks. None of this happened. I even checked the damn storm sewer. Nothing. So I went home, defeated, talked to Michelle, and went to bed.
Today starts the new semester at Pearland. I could care less. All it means to me is that now I have to be on my guard in about six places where cops like to hang out in school zones. I almost got it on Monday, but he was one driveway down from Ross' house, and I slowed to go into the driveway. Although it's kinda fun, in that bitter "Haha FUCK YOU." way, to watch someone else go blazing by at 42 in a 30.
This text is really small on a Mac. Stupid Macs. I'm gonna finish my tunafish sandwich.
Uh, hey. What's up. Over at Ross' house, originally to take him to Hobby so we could pick Chris up. Now he's stuck in Maine for fog... strike that, he just got on the plane. He'll be a full 24 hours late by the time that thing lands. Supposed to be here yesterday at 3. But due to a bevy of mechanical and weather problems, he's a day late and swears he has a story that will put some of my shit to shame. And you couldn't believe some of the things that happen to me. Unless you read my journal with regularity. And the question, then, is WHY?
The karma thing? I helped some dude with a ride on my way to the PRE-application (damn you, Mother) for a 40 desk job at Precinct 8 (basically NASA/Clear Lake). He said he had no cash, but it would come around to me. In retrospect, I would ask: "Why the fuck would you have to say something like THAT?!" MISERABLE days ever since. No joke.
::sigh:: Michelle kinda lied to me. I mean, it's not her fault, and she was telling the truth to a point, a very BIG point... She promised that yesterday would be better because two days ago was teh suck. As I was leaving work last night (I wasn't scheduled, but the other driver didn't show anyway... I was told if he didn't call, to cover him), I took off my apron and collared shirt because they were now unnecessary. I saw my sunglasses roll out of my apron. What I DIDN'T see was $21 (all but $.85 of my tips the whole night) come out. I made it all the way home in a good mood until I couldn't find the money. I drive ALL the way back to search the road. I see a fluttering piece of paper. I blaze up to it, jump out, and examine the bill. It's ONE DOLLAR. The 20 and the 1 were rolled together. So here's how badly someone wanted me to be miserable. They found the thing together, and only took the twenty, leaving the one. I'll admit it. I sat on the curb and started crying. I smashed a flashlight. I wanted to go score a few sympathy bucks. None of this happened. I even checked the damn storm sewer. Nothing. So I went home, defeated, talked to Michelle, and went to bed.
Today starts the new semester at Pearland. I could care less. All it means to me is that now I have to be on my guard in about six places where cops like to hang out in school zones. I almost got it on Monday, but he was one driveway down from Ross' house, and I slowed to go into the driveway. Although it's kinda fun, in that bitter "Haha FUCK YOU." way, to watch someone else go blazing by at 42 in a 30.
This text is really small on a Mac. Stupid Macs. I'm gonna finish my tunafish sandwich.