I get tired and crabby after a long shitty day which was the kind of day yesterday was.
Typical Day
Monday thru Thursday
6:20-6:40 a.m. - Wake up, hit snooze, wake up and hit snooze again
6:25-6:35 a.m. - Shower if I wake up early enough
6:35-7:30 a.m. - Get ready for work
8:30 a.m. - Get to work and start working
All afternoon-spent working, take lunch, maybe break if I don't have to much work
5:00 p.m.- Out of work to rush to school to find good parking
5:10 - 5:20 p.m. Struggle with finding parking at college campus
5:20 or 5:40 p.m. Get to class on time (mostly)
6:55 p.m. to 7:05 p.m. - Class over drive home
7:30 p.m. - Get home and eat, wash clothes, spend the remaining hour with family
10 p.m. - Bedtime
Now you ask how the fuck does she do it? I DONT FUCKIN KNOW. Really I don't.
Because after yesterdays' mess I feel like I am falling apart at the seams.
After the load of work was piled on me in the morning my cell phone starts to vibrate...not a good sign.
It was almost 11 a.m.
No one calls me. No one. ever.
Don't ask me why I use less talking minutes on my unlimited plan and still pay almost a hundred to have an unlimited plan but do not take advantage of it. Dork.
So I grab my phone to see that it's my daughters school calling.
Great.
Im now worried because they only call in case of emergencies or if my daughter decides to be unruly.
I will choose the latter but it pains me to get these calls.
me: Hello?
Judy: Can I speak with Ms. C------?
me: This is she (I was told this was the proper way to answer phone calls)
Judy: Hi this is Judy from E----- V------ School
me: Yeah......(Fucking get to it woman!)
Judy: I am calling to let you know that your daughter has choosen Step 5, that requires that she not come to school for a day. - in a stern voice
me: WHAT?.... What do you mean, like suspended? Is Genavive being suspended?
my thoughts: Great just what I need right now!
Judy: Yes
me: What did she do this time? !!! (anger starts to boil over, and I feel tears in my eyes)
Judy: She stole something from a student
me: Ohh, geez, okay so what needs to be done?
On she goes to explain that someone needs to go speak with someone from the school.
You see the schedule above when can I squeeze in some 'child getting in trouble at school for stealing time'?
Hmmm.. Next best thing, I messaged her (loser) father and got him to handle it.
All while the work load on my desk/email still goes without until I can make sure this problem is taken care of.
At this point I am so angry, disappointed, sad, and am a mess. I call Derek and try to explain without crying.
I start telling him what happened as the fat, warm, salty tears start falling. I couldn't help it they just started falling out my eyes all while trying to keep my cool on the phone. I do a great job as I think Derek didn't notice my small sniffle at the end of our call.
He reminds me that its our friends b-day today, so I give my friend a call to take him to a b-day lunch. A small break from the workload. Why did I think this was going to be a good day after that?
He slowly turns me down because he is going shopping on his lunch break with his girlfriend "it was planned" he tells me.
YEAH WELL FUCK YOU! - I thought this, didn't say it out loud
So I have my lunch of Taco Bell alone and back to work I went.
The more I work the more they give me. There was so much to do for some reason.
Derek messages me a little later in the afternoon to ask if I wanna have a drink and wings after school.
After this shitty day, Hells yeah I do.
After work I get to class..the miserable class THE DREADED MATH CLASS! AHHHHHH
Number everywhere...crap!
Fractions don't like me, and I don't like them either. They are winning this losing battle of mine.
7 p.m. I gladly escape number hell.
I get home and hurry to turn in a paper due that night at 9 p.m. gladly getting that shit out the way so I can enjoy my dinner of beer and wings.
I expect Derek will turn my night into something a lot better then the crazy hectic day I had so far.
We head over to Native New Yorker..allready the lot was full...then it hits me! I forgot the Sun's were in the play-off's and there was a Lakers game and some other games...SHIT.
So we go straight to the bar side and immediately see that the place is packed.
Derek spots a table for two and starts to sit when some fat mexican chick blurts out "im saving that seat"
Who the fuck saves seats in a crowded ass bar??
TELL YOU FRIENDS TO GET THE FUCK OVER HERE THEN BITCH!
I was so pissed.. Derek and I stayed there for 10 minutes standing around waiting, hoping that someone would leave.
No such luck.
I didn't want to be around a bunch of Laker loving drunk ass people anyway.
We leave, the whole time im wishing the chick saving the seats friends' don't show up at all! Bitch.
We end up at another wing place a lot less crowded eat then go home.
I get home and just want to sleep because I don't want to think about anything.
Isnt that a pain when you just want to sleep because life sucks?
Thank jevas that day is over.
New day + new outlook on life = a better stronger me
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