What's that sound: ~Enchanter~ : Song of the Era, This ones for you...
I swear, if I wasn't at home I'd yell Fuck, Shit, Asshole, Bitch, Bastard, Mother Fucker and so on as loud as I could.
Yes, I am that frustrated and annoyed.
My day started out alright, well that is before I woke up. As soon as I did I found my father telling me that a family friend was coming over with their kids yet again. Well of course, the one thought that pulsated through my brain was " WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER!!!" . This has happened more than ten times and I'd had wished last time was the end of it all.
But no. So the father and the kids came. They were alright at first because they were still settling in, but I had to go out and make some errands so I bid them farewell for a good two or so hours. While I was out, I was taking care of some business, one of which was my shift at my job and the other was making a money order to Wesellit Ltd. I had booked the Saturday so that I could have some time to relax and go out with some current and new friends. When I had checked my schedule the day before today, I saw that I was booked for Saturday evening. The first thing that ran through my mind was " what the hell...shit" so on this bright and cheerful Friday afternoon I decided to go switch my shifts which I tried to do the previous night before. But this Friday wasn't so cheerful in my eyes, all I saw was anger in every way possible.
First I went to the post office and stood in line for fifteen to twenty minutes, when it was my turn to be served I was greeted with this woman who emanated a Bitch aura all around her. So I give her all the information and then I hand her my parents debit card. It declines. It declines. It declines once again. The woman smirks in my face and the urge of slitting her throat and wrenching her eyeballs out of it's sockets comes across my mind. But of course I brush it off and ask if I could keep the freshly printed money order off to the side while I get this problem fixed. So my next move was my job, so off I went...fresh with anger once again.
When I arrived at the Movie theatre...let's just say I spent a nice half hour running around the building trying to find my manager and people who were willing to take my shifts...of course it all failed and burnt in front of my very own eyes. After all this running and disappointment I decided to go check my bank account. Yet again, another misfortune dawns on me....such a petty number existed on that green screen that I could cry and laugh with anger.
I decided to go back home and clear up the debit issue and the problem with the card was that it was the wrong card. My dad apologized and once again I headed out the door to great the mighty god of misfortune again.
I went back to the post office and everything was settled nicely but even though this operation went all smoothly, it did nothing to my current feelings of utter annoyance and anger. When I went back to the Movie Theatre the managers were back at their rooms which made me even more angry because I had spent yet another ten to fifteen minutes trying to find them. When I met with the managers I found out that they had never received my book off sheet which I gave to a fellow employee at work. That was the last straw for the poor fucking unfortunate girl, because I had sworn upon that minute with my managers that I would curse her for the rest of her career. As I got the numbers of the people who were free tomorrow I went home and started calling, but before I could finish I was called out by my mother to go take care of the children. By this point, I was fuming with anger.
So I went out with my mother and the children, everything was fine until the last ten minutes. The kids started to hit my lower back in which I pulled at work the other day. They wouldn't stop calling me lame and shut up about how they hated me. I knew they were joking, but with all the negative circumstances I was fed today, to me the little jokes and pranks seemed more serious than they had meant it to be. But I was in control of my emotions and just told them repeatedly to go over to my mothers side. As my mother was buying her random objects for men she would not stop asking me what the labels meant on every other object that passed my her eyes. This also added to my suffering.
Later on when I had arrived back home, it was time for the kids to leave, and so I bid them farewell and good riddance for the days to come...hopefully. Later on I re phoned the people who were available on the Saturday night but all that I received were either busy or could not reach. After all of these events, my mother did not fail to annoy to further into tears I tried not to shed. Well throughout the day there were many times I tried to hold back the tears of anger and utter frustration. But I did well in that area...and so I am proud of that.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention...three of my friends could not make it to the events of tomorrow and so that also added on to my anger but more disappointment then anger.
With all of this misfortune I will call again tomorrow in the morning to ask of some other people if they could take my shift or either push my shift back two hours or so. With this...I leave you all with ..."this, so far , is the worst day of my life..." |