: This Terrible Day
1) My computer is back on the shit list. The adapter is only working about half the time. Now is one of those times, but I can't trust it. A week before school starts and this is what I've got. A crappy computer with a crappy adapter. Mother fucker.
2) We lost Tudor House for the ceremony site. More appropiately, they lost us. When Tricia and I went there in November, we were told we only had to pay the security deposit of $300 at the time of rental, then two weeks before the even, we had to pay $450 and we'd get the security deposit back. Well, after having a helluva time getting up there and sitting and talking to them . . . they wanted all the money right then and there. Which is a complete contradiction.
Tricia made a few inquiries and investigations and eventually came back to me saying that if we can't trust them at this point in terms of payment, how can we trust them to take care of our wedding day? How can we trust that they'll have the right amount of chairs or they'll allow us to chose the colors? It's depressing because this truly was a beautiful place to have the wedding.
Which . . . takes us back to square one in a most depressing way.
3) Upon having to "explain" my schedule to Henry (how the fuck can he not understand it?), he tells me that he can't work me 12-9 on Monday and Wednesday. Why? Because he doesn't have that schedule avaliable. Which makes NO sense to me. I've worked that shift dozens of times! How in the hell is it "not avaliable?" How is that possible? How can that be? It doesn't make sense!
So, he tells me I have to work two five hour shifts, thus cutting down my hours. Thus, killing my plans of moving out. Thus, destroying my plans for this year.
What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole? I swear, you've been fucking with me since you got there! You'd turn the world upside down for your damn precious stockers, but when I need something, I get jack shit. Face facts -- this is Christmas week all over again.
It's like one big mother fucking universal joke that all this shit had to happen today. That it all had to crash on me - us - today. I'm not asking for an easy road and I know that sometimes, things are just hard. But . . . this just seems much more than I can handle in one day.
Tomorrow will more than likely be an encore of this.
~W~
1) My computer is back on the shit list. The adapter is only working about half the time. Now is one of those times, but I can't trust it. A week before school starts and this is what I've got. A crappy computer with a crappy adapter. Mother fucker.
2) We lost Tudor House for the ceremony site. More appropiately, they lost us. When Tricia and I went there in November, we were told we only had to pay the security deposit of $300 at the time of rental, then two weeks before the even, we had to pay $450 and we'd get the security deposit back. Well, after having a helluva time getting up there and sitting and talking to them . . . they wanted all the money right then and there. Which is a complete contradiction.
Tricia made a few inquiries and investigations and eventually came back to me saying that if we can't trust them at this point in terms of payment, how can we trust them to take care of our wedding day? How can we trust that they'll have the right amount of chairs or they'll allow us to chose the colors? It's depressing because this truly was a beautiful place to have the wedding.
Which . . . takes us back to square one in a most depressing way.
3) Upon having to "explain" my schedule to Henry (how the fuck can he not understand it?), he tells me that he can't work me 12-9 on Monday and Wednesday. Why? Because he doesn't have that schedule avaliable. Which makes NO sense to me. I've worked that shift dozens of times! How in the hell is it "not avaliable?" How is that possible? How can that be? It doesn't make sense!
So, he tells me I have to work two five hour shifts, thus cutting down my hours. Thus, killing my plans of moving out. Thus, destroying my plans for this year.
What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole? I swear, you've been fucking with me since you got there! You'd turn the world upside down for your damn precious stockers, but when I need something, I get jack shit. Face facts -- this is Christmas week all over again.
It's like one big mother fucking universal joke that all this shit had to happen today. That it all had to crash on me - us - today. I'm not asking for an easy road and I know that sometimes, things are just hard. But . . . this just seems much more than I can handle in one day.
Tomorrow will more than likely be an encore of this.
~W~
Current Mood: destroyed