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Such a shitty, shitty day
FRIDAY
Well, today was a rather unpleasant day. In the words of Dan Conner, “What a beautiful day—the kind of day that starts with a hearty breakfast and ends with a newsreader saying, “…before turning the gun on himself.”” Yes, it was just one of those days. This morning, I was so anxious about hearing back from the job I had interviewed for that I kept waking up. I’d dream about the email, wake up, check my email, then go back to sleep. At one point, I finally did get an email. “At this point we have selected a small number of candidates for further interviews. Please keep us in mind for future openings.” Now, had the email just said they had chosen someone else for the position, I wouldn’t have been so discouraged. It was the fact that they had a group of applicants that they preferred over me. Even if that group is 2 or 3 people, that’s still shitty. Keep you in mind for future openings? I think not. You obviously have a waiting list of people you’d rather take than me. I’d be lying if I said I am anything less than unhappy about the turnout of this situation. -_-() Oh well. What can you do? I’m used to getting the short end of the stick.
It wouldn’t be so bad if I had a job. I’m almost out of money, and I owe like a thousand bucks next month. I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to do, but something tells me I’m not going to like it… It’s not like I’m even screwing around having fun, either. I’m not drinking, I’m not hanging out with people, I’m not playing video games, and I’m not watching TV. I feel too guilty when I do knowing I’m jobless with debt repayments barreling down on me.
Sadly, this wasn’t the last shitty thing to happen. I then get a message from a former student. This guy has the habit of asking for a letter of recommendation but waiting until the last second. You know, when it’s inconvenient for me. Personally, I think he has taken advantage of my good nature, like most people in my life do. Again, he asked me to fill out a recommendation form for him, and again, it’s due in a couple of days. Obviously, since I am in Illinois, I cannot get this form to him within the next couple of days. This means he’ll have to find someone else on less notice to do his crap. Somehow, I foresee him removing me as a Facebook friend now that I’ve outlived my usefulness, but I’m unconcerned. I was just glad that I got to be the inconvenient one for once.
Next, my mom calls for me. I guess they had just gotten home, and Shawn’s dog had gotten into crap while they were gone. She ate half a bag of Almond Joys that we got for Halloween, ate one of my mom’s shoes (the one whose twin she ate previously), and chewed up a bunch of other crap. I was asked to pick up the remaining Almond Joys. Great. Thanks. I do that, then go into the kitchen to do some dishes. I then notice I’m standing in a puddle. That’s right, Hershey peed on the floor. Not ONLY the floor, mind you, but on a new box of Cheerios that was on the floor. Of course, I don’t realize it’s pee until I’ve walked through it a few times and smell it as I clean it. “It’s sweet-smelling…not strong…it can’t be pee… …It’s kinda yellowish… Son of a bitch…” So, I finish cleaning it up and go rinse my feet off in the tub.
I go back and hang out in my room for awhile. Eventually, Keenan comes in and asks if I’m going to some candle party his dart partner’s daughter is having. Uh…what? Now, my mom told me Monday when they got home from darts in passing that I was invited to some party. She didn’t give any details, such as what the party was for or when it was, but I was more concerned about finishing decorating the sugar cookies to really care. So, I ask him if it’s tonight. Yes. When are you leaving? In a few minutes. …Thanks. At this point, I was really cranky. The aforementioned things aside, I was yet again told about plans at the very last second. My parents ALWAYS do this. They ALWAYS wait until they’re leaving to tell me something is going on. Like, my mom will tell me Christmas day that we’re going over to my grandfather’s house 10 minutes before she wants to leave. What? Why didn’t you tell me this SOONER? You know, so I can shower, comb my hair, look nice, etc.? Ugh… Anyway, I quickly comb my hair and change my shirt and go with them.
The candle party turned out to be a Tupperware party-like event. I wasn’t expecting to be solicited for money. The speaker wasn’t even Keenan’s dart partner’s daughter; it was just someone who roped her into having the event. It wasn’t even candles, anyway; their selection was pretty…limited. It was more of a home décor event. Note how I no longer have my own place to have décor in anyway. Motherfucker. So, she starts her pitch. At one point, she started handing out tiny purses. I didn’t take one. One, I’m a guy. Two, I figured there would be a catch. She was even like, “You probably don’t want one, do you…” No, that’s okay. Then my mom started telling me to take a purse. Fine… It is at this time that she explains that the purses hold prizes. Sounds good, right? Like I said, everything has a catch. Although all the purses have prizes such as free candles, half of them have “Win a party with the host.” What this means is that you “commit” (her word) yourself to hosting one of these damned parties, and she’ll pitch her sale to your friends and acquaintances. Greeeeat. With the day I was having, I knew I would get this. My mom got a free candle. I did too…along with the party. So, she came over and asked when was best for me. Uh…huh… I passed the whole ordeal off to my mom. I’m sorry, but it was her fault I got the party, so she’ll have to deal with it. That, and it’s her house anyway. I then ended up buying some merchandise, spending more money than my current savings will allow. Ugh… I’m excited for the items I bought, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t like the whole party thing. My mom told her that I know a lot of people, and she knows a lot of people. Uh, aside from Krista, my closest friends are 40-50 minutes away. And, they’re all currently jobless! What an unpleasant day.
To top it all off, we had Burger King for dinner. That in itself isn’t bad. But, “coincidentally”, instead of getting a lemonade, they gave me Coke. They got the OTHER drinks right. They also burnt my burger, and put it together half-assedly. All the toppings were on the one side. …Literally. Stacked tomatoes…on the left half… What…the hell? And, extra mayonnaise my ass! I also only got three-quarters of my fries. It was the perfectly shitty end to a perfectly shitty day. Everyone else’s food was fine. And, I didn’t call Dan today. I won’t get a chance to talk to him until at least Monday… Just…great. The one guy who could possibly cheer me up and make me feel NOT worthless and I didn’t even talk to him. My fault, yes, but it certainly doesn’t help matters. Gotta love my life. I’m just such a lucky guy.
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