Today was a horrid day. I woke up late for school, which caused me to leave late, which caused me to rush out of the house, which caused me to back up fast and trade paint my dad’s driver-side door. This led to me singing a chorus of “F*ck! F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, I am so F*CKED!” as I ran to examine the damage. Initially it appeared that I had only left a slight red scratch on his door (and scuffed the lower part of the Focus’s bumper… poor Focus), but apparently* I also managed to dent it. It was a fantastic way to start the morning, folks. Fantastic…
As if that wasn’t enough, I got into a huge debate with a couple of my friends about something really stupid (and not worth mentioning at this point), and was told by some random girl at the table (who doesn’t know me very well) that she “…feels sorry for my future wife,” after hearing bits of this debate out of context.
That pissed me off. I was half-tempted to say, “What the f***! Who the hell are you to say something like that when you don’t even know who I am! Do you even know what we’re talking about? And do you realize how horrible that is to say to someone?”, but I didn’t. The “beezy” deserved it though. She really did.
Ironically, the topic we were debating involved saying nice things to people because it boosts their self-esteem. After that class, I felt like shit. I felt like the people who I was debating the aforementioned issue with thought that I was being a heartless ass, when in reality they just didn’t understand what I was trying to say. I’ll admit that I didn’t articulate my thoughts perfectly, but some people at the table understood what I was trying to say and agreed with me. [I’m honestly considering writing a post on the issue, simply because I feel so passionately about my viewpoint and I also feel that those who disagree with me simply don’t understand what I was trying to say.]
Lunch was better, but not exactly perfect. We got back to West late and I didn’t have time to actually eat my lunch before class started. I starved through fifth period and a few hours of work before I finally managed to eat the lunch I’d purchased during lunch-hour.
Work was also an unpleasant experience. I was stuck in the back for most of my shift, climbing up and down ladders, anxiously trying to finish the restocking process. After working my ass off in the back, I got to spend an hour of overtime on the floor working on folding tables, cleaning fitting rooms, and putting back merchandise that was left at the cash registers. When we were finally allowed to leave, we all rushed to the computers in the back to clock out. The time system was down though, and we were all forced to manually record our time punches on punch correction sheets.
What a shitty day… *Sigh*
While searching for a rough estimate of how much I will have to pay to have my dad’s door fixed, I decided to type “iamsofucked.com” into my browser. To my surprise, it actually brought me to a website with some helpful suggestions. (If you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself.) Finding that website was probably one of the better parts of my day…
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* I haven’t seen this “dent” yet, but I’m not going to deny the possibility that it exists either. I haven’t been able to confirm whether or not there is a visible dent because I’ve only seen the door this morning and later this evening (in poor lighting).