| Mar. 21st, 2005 @ 06:31 pm Keith's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day |
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Rendition of Reality:  bitchy
Echo side: Street Dogs - Back to the World
Okay, here's the rundown, I got to work just fine, and gave Josh a CD
because after it finds it's way onto my computer, I never use it again.
So the day got off on a good foot, then after I clocked in I got about
fifteen people in line at Starbucks who were assholes. Major,
blown-out, goatse-lovin' assholes. Appearently if you get bitched at by
your boss all day it's okay to come to Vons and bitch at the kid in
Starbucks. Shortly after that, we were audited. We bombed entirely, and
my manager looked like she was going to break down which tugged at my
heart-strings a bit. She's nothing but nice and she seems to like her
job. So I tried to comfort her, I think I failed, but hey, I tried.
Three hours later, I went to lunch.
At this point, I felt like going to South America and burning the
entire Amazon to the ground. Where's your fuckin' coffee now? Bitches.
Lunch went great, I came back to work feeling far better. Nothing like
laughter to cure a bad mood. I survived the next three hours, then I
ran home to do my homework, started sliding into blackness again when
that started. Then I had class, where I saw some friends I haven't seen
in a while. And I got the phone number of a cute girl!
Then my dad started bitching at me the second I got in the car. Great
asshole, if you have a bad day take it out on me, it's not like I deal
with that at work or anything. Then I came home. Now I'm writing this,
and then I get to walk the dogs.
When I get home, shower. Then chat a bit, leave a message on Josh's phone to make sure he doesn't forget about me, then sleep.
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