Worst. Day. Ever.
Originally published at shanefitzsimmons.com. You can comment here or there.
Today sucked.
It started off well, and had a great amount of potential to end well had I simply let it end when it should have ended. But I decided to fuck it up, and a very nice 11:30 PM has now turned into a fucking ridiculous 5:00 AM, and the hours in between have just sucked to an enormous degree. And the hours between waking up and now have also sucked, a lot.
I have made several very good friends, all of whom I adore. They have been and by all accounts will continue to be here for me through the good times and the bad, and are extremely good people for putting up with me starting the friendship off while I’m in this bad place. I am extremely lucky to know these people, and despite how shitty of a day it was, I at least got to bitch about it with them, which honestly does make me feel a little better.
I don’t know what’s going on with my supposed roommate. He should’ve moved in Tuesday at the latest. So where is he? Why isn’t he returning my emails? Tomorrow I’ll be contacting the office to see if his application got turned down. If it did, and he just chose not to contact me or reply to my email to let me know, then I’ll be extremely pissed. If they just haven’t gotten back to him yet, that’s a bit more understandable but I still don’t get why he’s not responding to my emails. So I’ll be calling him tomorrow, too.
Started off the day in good company, and soon after had a job interview that I assumed would be terrible. As it happened though, I did really well I think. And I’m pretty sure I have a very high chance of getting this job. The problem? They need references, and I have none. Not really, anyway. I wound up giving them like 5 references and they were only able to get in touch with one. The other one wasn’t answering his phone, one no longer worked with the company and two were out of the office for the rest of the week. God damn it. If I don’t get this job because of these fucking references I don’t even know what I’m going to do.
Pretty much the rest of the day I spent sulking, feeling like absolute shit. I went out, and that was a good time but it really only kept me busy for about three hours. Not that I’m complaining about the time that was had, but it just wasn’t a long enough distraction for me.
Then I got accused of being a dirtbag by somebody whom I had driven over 10 miles in the thick-ass fog at 3 in the morning just to try and console her after some piece of shit stepped over the line with her and made her feel like crap.
But fuck it, we’re not getting into that shit.
At least, not until I decide how I feel about venting my real personal shit to the blogosphere….