Whining.
Yesterday sucked so hard. Every hour, things just got crappier. It started out with work being the suck. Boring, repetitive, stressful. And my back was killing me for god knows what reason this time.
I got home to find my Frederick's order had arrived. No shoes, the strapless bra was the wrong color, and the corset was not at all the right size. After explaining to the customer service woman for twenty minutes that no, I would not pay a second shipping fee for the shoes, I resigned myself to just returning the other two wrong items. I'll keep the cool shirt, though I have to make a few modifications to it (the neck strap needs shortening).
Then Skyler called, and I found out that I'm not going dancing tonight. That's disappointing. I get it, and I understand, but I'm still disappointed, especially because here I was, stupidly thinking everything was cool, and I would have kept on thinking it was cool until I got dressed to go dancing and nobody showed up. It's so wonderful to be kept in the loop. Plus my approximal ten minutes with him a week is about to shrink to five, I fear. Again, I understand because we've all got to do what makes us happy, but I'm just cranky about it.
My mother was in the shittiest mood ever, and when that happens, everyone just stays clear. I microwaved myself some lasagna and kept under the radar. Then I realized it was unnaturally cold in the house.
As a last-ditch comfort thing, I decided to take a nice, hot shower to soothe my nerves. I stepped into the shower, and it was ice cold. Yes, our hot water heater had broken. I jumped out of that thing so fast I almost faceplanted.
I finally gave up and went to bed at 8:30. Screw this whole being awake thing.
Today, work is... blargh. Someone stole a stack of fuel paperwork from Adrian's desk, which means I have to request faxes of way too much stuff from Penske today. *bangs head repeatedly on desk*
Tea, please? And Foccacia sandwiches? And big, comfy sweaters? And The L Word? Sexual favors? Naked Kate Moennig in my bed? I'll even take Jake Gyllenhaal in a pinch. 'Cause I give up.
At least I have Saturday night to look forward to. Time with the girlfriends is good. I'm getting a lapdance, goddammit. I'm going out and actually having a life.
I got home to find my Frederick's order had arrived. No shoes, the strapless bra was the wrong color, and the corset was not at all the right size. After explaining to the customer service woman for twenty minutes that no, I would not pay a second shipping fee for the shoes, I resigned myself to just returning the other two wrong items. I'll keep the cool shirt, though I have to make a few modifications to it (the neck strap needs shortening).
Then Skyler called, and I found out that I'm not going dancing tonight. That's disappointing. I get it, and I understand, but I'm still disappointed, especially because here I was, stupidly thinking everything was cool, and I would have kept on thinking it was cool until I got dressed to go dancing and nobody showed up. It's so wonderful to be kept in the loop. Plus my approximal ten minutes with him a week is about to shrink to five, I fear. Again, I understand because we've all got to do what makes us happy, but I'm just cranky about it.
My mother was in the shittiest mood ever, and when that happens, everyone just stays clear. I microwaved myself some lasagna and kept under the radar. Then I realized it was unnaturally cold in the house.
As a last-ditch comfort thing, I decided to take a nice, hot shower to soothe my nerves. I stepped into the shower, and it was ice cold. Yes, our hot water heater had broken. I jumped out of that thing so fast I almost faceplanted.
I finally gave up and went to bed at 8:30. Screw this whole being awake thing.
Today, work is... blargh. Someone stole a stack of fuel paperwork from Adrian's desk, which means I have to request faxes of way too much stuff from Penske today. *bangs head repeatedly on desk*
Tea, please? And Foccacia sandwiches? And big, comfy sweaters? And The L Word? Sexual favors? Naked Kate Moennig in my bed? I'll even take Jake Gyllenhaal in a pinch. 'Cause I give up.
At least I have Saturday night to look forward to. Time with the girlfriends is good. I'm getting a lapdance, goddammit. I'm going out and actually having a life.