My Awesome Day
So I had the best day ever today. And by the best, I mean the worst.
It started off at midnight, when Brian STILL wasn't home from Star Wars D&D, which I hadn't wanted him to go to anyway seeing as it was our last day off together for the next two weeks, and which he told me would be over fairly early (which I assumed would be 10:30 or so). He got home around 12:15, and I made it pretty clear that I wasn't pleased with him. However, he didn't apologize, which made me even more angry. I went to sleep angry, and woke up angry, and went to work angry. It was one of those times where I refused to instigate a fight because I felt it was his responsibility to apologize to me, so we kind of pretended nothing was wrong except I didn't show him any affection whatsoever.
So work was going about normally, as in, I was trying to get stuff done but was constantly interrupted by customers. About an hour and a half after Brian had dropped me off (because my car doesn't start, which is also fun), he came back in to give me some change from the recycling money, and I asked him if he was going to apologize any time soon or if I'd have to just stay mad. He said he didn't have anything to apologize for, and that we'd fight about it later. Good times.
So about an hour after that, I was on my way to the breakroom to get some water, when I saw my coworker mopping up POOP. It appeared as if somebody's baby had shat on the floor, and they didn't tell anyone. To make matters worse, some little girl slipped in said shit and had tracked it onto the carpet on the way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she got water all over the floor, and then another lady slipped in said water and busted her knee, which she's already had surgery on. WHEE. So I cleaned the shit off the carpet because Melissa had mopped the giant pile off the tile, at which point Brian came in because he thought I'd be on lunch. I wasn't, so he was amused by the floor-shit and left. Then it was my lunch time. Mmm, appetizing.
So on my lunch, I decided that I'd utilize the change Brian had given me for a Nutter Butter, but much to my chagrin, the Nutter Butter got STUCK in the machine and wouldn't fall. Oh, and the lady who'd fell in the bathroom? Yeah, she was in the break room waiting for Karen to finish filling out her accident report. So anyway, I beat the shit out of the vending machine, which just wasn't going to let go of my Nutter Butter. So I scammed some change off Carol (who was also having a shitty day because she'd majorly fucked up a transaction earlier), and got another Nutter Butter, expecting the first one to fall. Well, the first one was STILL stuck, and I only got the second one. AAAAAAAH!
So anyway, I came back from lunch and Geramie was having a bad day because he had a hangover. I didn't have sympathy, but it was still just kind of a bad day for everyone. Then Geramie was like "Oh it's Wednesday, we can check our paystubs for Friday!" I checked mine... and I made $68 less than my last paycheck. Which is total BULLSHIT. Karen, the DOUCHE that she is, gave me 3 days off last week because I'd requested one of them, and didn't give me paid time off for the one I requested, and also shafted me out of the wicked awesome 4th of July money I would have made, which would be 8 hours of time-and-a-half pay. I hates her, precious! I mean, even if I'd had my normal amount of hours, it would have only been 6 hours more, and I don't make $68 in 6 hours so I don't know why my paycheck is so crappy.
Sooooooooo later on I went back to Catalog to find staples, and Brenda and her sister were back there talking to Karen. It seems Brenda's mom had a stroke last night/this morning. Poor Brenda's mom. Oh, and the hospital is RETARDED because they saw the early warning signs of a stroke, and they discharged her anyway. And then of course she had a stroke at home. Douches.
And now, I have to go to rehearsal. There was a theater board meeting tonight, which means JJ is going to be in a foul-ass mood. Argh.
Oh, and just as an added bonus: yesterday Brian and I went to Ft. Jones to go to the river with Crystal and her sister Sabrina, who brought her dog Codey, who puked ALL over the car on the way there. Once there, we only had half an hour to swim, and then had to come back, and of course the dog puked on the way back too. Sabrina couldn't get her head out the window in time, so the puke went all over Brian and a little on me. Such good times.
PS. I'll be on my period by tomorrow at the latest. AAAAAAAAAH!
It started off at midnight, when Brian STILL wasn't home from Star Wars D&D, which I hadn't wanted him to go to anyway seeing as it was our last day off together for the next two weeks, and which he told me would be over fairly early (which I assumed would be 10:30 or so). He got home around 12:15, and I made it pretty clear that I wasn't pleased with him. However, he didn't apologize, which made me even more angry. I went to sleep angry, and woke up angry, and went to work angry. It was one of those times where I refused to instigate a fight because I felt it was his responsibility to apologize to me, so we kind of pretended nothing was wrong except I didn't show him any affection whatsoever.
So work was going about normally, as in, I was trying to get stuff done but was constantly interrupted by customers. About an hour and a half after Brian had dropped me off (because my car doesn't start, which is also fun), he came back in to give me some change from the recycling money, and I asked him if he was going to apologize any time soon or if I'd have to just stay mad. He said he didn't have anything to apologize for, and that we'd fight about it later. Good times.
So about an hour after that, I was on my way to the breakroom to get some water, when I saw my coworker mopping up POOP. It appeared as if somebody's baby had shat on the floor, and they didn't tell anyone. To make matters worse, some little girl slipped in said shit and had tracked it onto the carpet on the way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she got water all over the floor, and then another lady slipped in said water and busted her knee, which she's already had surgery on. WHEE. So I cleaned the shit off the carpet because Melissa had mopped the giant pile off the tile, at which point Brian came in because he thought I'd be on lunch. I wasn't, so he was amused by the floor-shit and left. Then it was my lunch time. Mmm, appetizing.
So on my lunch, I decided that I'd utilize the change Brian had given me for a Nutter Butter, but much to my chagrin, the Nutter Butter got STUCK in the machine and wouldn't fall. Oh, and the lady who'd fell in the bathroom? Yeah, she was in the break room waiting for Karen to finish filling out her accident report. So anyway, I beat the shit out of the vending machine, which just wasn't going to let go of my Nutter Butter. So I scammed some change off Carol (who was also having a shitty day because she'd majorly fucked up a transaction earlier), and got another Nutter Butter, expecting the first one to fall. Well, the first one was STILL stuck, and I only got the second one. AAAAAAAH!
So anyway, I came back from lunch and Geramie was having a bad day because he had a hangover. I didn't have sympathy, but it was still just kind of a bad day for everyone. Then Geramie was like "Oh it's Wednesday, we can check our paystubs for Friday!" I checked mine... and I made $68 less than my last paycheck. Which is total BULLSHIT. Karen, the DOUCHE that she is, gave me 3 days off last week because I'd requested one of them, and didn't give me paid time off for the one I requested, and also shafted me out of the wicked awesome 4th of July money I would have made, which would be 8 hours of time-and-a-half pay. I hates her, precious! I mean, even if I'd had my normal amount of hours, it would have only been 6 hours more, and I don't make $68 in 6 hours so I don't know why my paycheck is so crappy.
Sooooooooo later on I went back to Catalog to find staples, and Brenda and her sister were back there talking to Karen. It seems Brenda's mom had a stroke last night/this morning. Poor Brenda's mom. Oh, and the hospital is RETARDED because they saw the early warning signs of a stroke, and they discharged her anyway. And then of course she had a stroke at home. Douches.
And now, I have to go to rehearsal. There was a theater board meeting tonight, which means JJ is going to be in a foul-ass mood. Argh.
Oh, and just as an added bonus: yesterday Brian and I went to Ft. Jones to go to the river with Crystal and her sister Sabrina, who brought her dog Codey, who puked ALL over the car on the way there. Once there, we only had half an hour to swim, and then had to come back, and of course the dog puked on the way back too. Sabrina couldn't get her head out the window in time, so the puke went all over Brian and a little on me. Such good times.
PS. I'll be on my period by tomorrow at the latest. AAAAAAAAAH!