My. Day. Fucking. Sucked.
I worked my butt off at Hell. I started out with a goal of eliminating a few piles of paper, and never really managed to do that. This came up, then that came up, and next thing I know, it’s four o’clock and my computer wants to run an update.
Oh, and let’s see. I zipped out at lunch and went over to Zeller’s (like Target, Chicago). Why, you ask? Well, it was to get something to treat the yeast infection I’m pretty sure I have. There is absolutely nothing worse in the world than being A) horny, and B) have a slight burning sensation in your va-jay-jay all day, which only serves to make you hyper-sensitive to your bits, thus emphasizing point A). So now I’m horny and infected. If someone came and killed me, I’d be a B-Rated Movie. “Horny Infected Zombie Girl With PMS Takes Over World”. I think I’d like Jenna Jamieson to play me.
Oh, did I mention the PMS? Cuz yeah, it’s pretty rampant. While I’m apparently getting enough sleep, I’m still flat-out miserable, still want to eat people’s heads (see above re: zombie), and still have no patience. Zero. Zilch.
And then there’s the sty. On my eye. Or, coming in on my eyelid. Right in the corner, so it feels like someone has given me a black eye. It hurts every time I blink, every time I move my eye, every time I… well, you get the point.
And then The Guy called me from CM and asked me if I could work tonight. For the uninformed, tonight was one of my nights off. The first time in weeks that I’ve had two nights in a row off. God clearly thought that the yeast infection, sty, and PMS wasn’t enough, because I had to work tonight. Okay, I didn’t have to, but AM2 was trying to finish painting her house, as she’s moving in tomorrow. So my laundry doesn’t get done… again. AM2 rushed in tonight to pick up a gift for a birthday party for one of her kids, and she promised me a nice dinner out, for helping her with the wallpaper and taking her shift. And stopping by last night to offer moral support for her painting. That’s just what friends do. The dinner is not necessary.
The Guy came back and helped us close, which was great. Actually, he came back to get his paycheque, but he did help us close. We still didn’t get out of there until later than usual. There were problems with both cash drawers, and my patience was so far exceeded it wasn’t even funny. But it was nice of him to help out when he wasn’t scheduled to be there.
I get home, and there’s my free CD from my cell phone company, waiting in my mailbox. I guess they like it when people pay their bills on time. Queen’s Greatest Hits is currently serenading me. And Curious1 is online, and for once we’re actually chatting. It’s been a while since I talked to him. I’m pretty comfortable with him – it’s like talking to an old friend… just… uh… one that you don’t discuss family, friends, relationships, or … uh… pretty much any personal aspect of your life with.
And now, I’m sitting here, tired and grumpy, with a sore back and an itchy va-jay-jay… but tomorrow… Tomorrow is another day.
