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Today was a pretty all right day for the most part. Then I woke up. And had to go to work.
Went to work early because the aforementioned waking up was due to a phone call. My boss saying "Carl (that's my name, hi, how ya doin?), we need you to come in early. We got a huge shipment of Hallmark in with some fixtures that need to be put up asap. (btw, I'm hallmark specialist at the bookstore, I do all the hallmark.)"
I groggily agree and climb out of bed and force myself into the shower. Where I promptly fall back to sleep standing in the corner with the oh-so-delicious hot water aimed directly at my neck and shoulders. Then I'm awakened again because my stupid brother (who stayed overnight to go to some meeting thing here in town early this morning) chose that moment to flush the toilet in the other bathroom, sending freezing ice cold water shooting all over my body. FUN!!! YAY!!! SARCASM!!!
So far, my day's off to a glorious start. (note my love of sarcasm). So I get done with the shower, get dressed, pack a lunch to take to work with me because a)my mom cooked good food and b)i'm so broke i can't even afford to pay attention, much less buy a burger. I get out in my car, I'm starting to feel okay, the car won't start. I forgot to stop for gas last night and am now dead on empty. Oh joy.
I cuss, I fuss, I raise hell and send it screaming when it shows up. But my mom, the cooker, comes out and tells me to use her van. That's okay, I like the van. It's got the cd changer.
I actually make it to work. And yes, I was glad of this. I love the guys I worked with tonight. We work great together, have loads of fun, and always get out early after lock up.
I go in the back to retrieve my Hallmark shipment (ya'll remember that one don't you?) only to find out that the huge shipment of hallmark was ONE FREAKING BOX of graduation cards that CAN'T EVEN GO OUT UNTIL THE END OF MARCH. MARCH 28th to be exact. Oh, I was furious. But that's okay. A simple mistake, I tell myself. So I get that put away where it won't be in the way/thrown out until it's time to put it out. Then I amble off down the hall to grab the fixtures and take them out and put them up. (Anyone else amazed that i've made it this long without a cigarette or the death of a human being? Yeah, me too.)
I pull the big-ass fixture box down and cart it out to the sales floor, unpack it, get it all set up so that all I have to do is snap it into place. Finally, something is going right. I look back in the box to grab the snaps that hold it all together. They aren't there. I backtrack to see if I dropped them, nope. They actually sent me fixtures that I can't put up. OH joy.
At this point, I've had it. The day sucks, I'm feeling pissed off and angry, and nothing is working out at all. I grab the fixture up, put it back on the cart, push it to the back and straight through the emergency fire doors and out to the dumpster. The manager is on my heels, silencing the alarm and yelling at me that I can't throw the fixture away, to which I respond, "Like hell, order a new one." and light up my first cigarette in 48 hours. There goes the quitting smoking idea.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the start of a truly awful day.
I could sit and tell about the customer that made me almost cry because she was so mean and hateful, but I won't. I could tell about how I dropped my lunch after getting it out of the microwave and thus, had nothing to eat all day or night, but I won't. Right now, all I want to do is curl up in a ball and go to sleep and/or beg someone for more anti-depressants. Which I'm out of and haven't been able to afford in over a month.
One good point today? A doctor came through my line and overheard me telling a co-worker about my depression and the lack of meds and how my current doc is an asshat that who's idea of a diet plan is to, and I quote, "Push back from the table" /quote. She gave me her card and told me to come see her. She was a dietician before going back to school and becoming a general practitioner and says that she can help me with the depression and the dieting.
So I'm going to call her and set up an appointment, see if she can actually help. And thankfully *points to a few posts ago* I now have an insurance card, so maybe I can afford it and get back on my meds.
And I know I haven't made much sense, but after today can you really blame me?
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:02 am (UTC)I totally hear ya'. Some days are just like that. Sounds like you had a rough day. {{{hugs}}} Seems like at least one good thing came out of it with the doctor that you met. Hope things turn out well in that department.
Don't feel too bad about the cigarette thing. Been there, and it just happens sometimes. Hell, I haven't smoked in maybe 10 years now and I still get cravings for one when I'm upset.
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 01:09 am (UTC)LOL. Sure sounds like it. I'm impressed you only went through 2 cigs for that. I'm quite sure if I was still a smoker I'd probably have been smoking more than I was working.
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:40 am (UTC)Hey,
Dude, it's probably for the best Brother Yours woke your naked and wet butt up in the shower, because left sleeping in there you would've either a] drowned b]fallen through the shower cubicle/onto the floor or c]slowly boiled
:hugs you in the shower: hope you feel better soon!
Gav!
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:44 am (UTC)gotta say, it works.
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:59 am (UTC)Hey,
Dude, if I were there right now, I'd do more than *hug* you in the shower...
Gav!
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Date: 2005-03-10 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 09:12 am (UTC)*hugs you back*
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Date: 2005-03-10 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 09:13 am (UTC)*smooch*
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:04 pm (UTC)March is a truly sucky month, isn't it?
What did Lisa/Lorrie/whoever was manager say to you when you said that? What did mean customer say and who was it so we can shoot her the next time she comes in?
Whoa, your doctor is pure evil. Whatever happened to being NICE to your patients? Saying stuff like that isn't exactly going to keep her in business for very long.
Best diet plan in the world: Come over to my house and eat in front of my dog. She'll end up eating half of whatever you've got. Then play DDR for a few hours. Then try and eat in front of the dog again.
The dog is very fat, but I'm actually losing a bit of weight.
Don't be depressed! You must be happy. Just remember, God loves you and YOU get to have two cars and three frickin' computers. *is jealous*
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Date: 2005-03-10 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 01:18 pm (UTC)Somehow that doesn't help. *sobs*
Frickin' insurance company called today. They're scrapping my car and giving me about 500$ for it. My mom is pitching a fit about it and calling for arbitration. *sobs even louder*
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Date: 2005-03-10 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 10:26 pm (UTC)*hugs*