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Just a very bad day.
Sunday, November 16th, 2003 08:46 pm
Today I got up, did my washing, played a game on the internet, watched a movie, and went to work.
That sounds ok, but here's what actually happened.
I woke up, stuffed around doing bugger-all for 2 hours until I forced myself to do my crappy washing. I mentioned to Z we should go to John Forrest National Park, but he said no because he was busy doing work stuff on his computer. I started playing my game. Just after I joined a mission-thingy with other people (20 mins into playing), Z came down the passage and announced we should go after all.. Yeah, great. Thanks. Wait until I'm into the game enough not to be able to just quit without playing another 30 mins or so. When I get out of my game later, Z's now working again, and apparently he can't just drop his stuff either.
By this time I'm feeling lonely, depressed, and annoyed. I decide I'm going to go out by myself and see a movie at the el-cheapo Regent Cinemas. It's one I had wanted to see with Z, but with many many weeks going by and it not happening, fuck him. Plus we're having massive conflicts in communication by this point, so I'm definitely annoyed at him. I barely have enough money for it, but in my angst I don't care. The movie was .... less than awesome let us say. Really worth me scrounging the money. Not.
Then at work, I'm totally brain-dead. First I get suprised by a $50 note, and forget about a service station just down the road from the customer's house. Instead, I drive a further 7 minutes to the shop, where the manager chucks a shit at me for not remembering about the servo and therefore wasting time in which I could be delivering another order. Then I drop my change bag, which was open at the time. Naturally, the coins spilt everywhere. To top it off, I was giving change to a customer when they kindly informed me I had giving them $5 too much. For some reason, my brain read their $25 as $30 instead. What an awesome time I had at work. Again, not.
Now I'm home, and pouring out all my angst here. I don't really want to go snuggle with Z for comfort, cos I'm still annoyed at him, even though I don't really have a reason anymore and I'm just being stupid. I just want to crawl down a hole somewhere and die crying.
Just to help my feelings along: in the last week, one peron in my circle of friends has decided to press charges against another person in my circle of friends. On the night the incident occured, the two people concerned talked it over, and settled the matter as much as possible. I genuinely thought that was as far as it was going to go. Since then, a number of things I have heard have led me to believe it's the person's _mother_ that has pressured him into pressing charges. She's a fuckwit, and the person is a fuckwit too for listening to her. The person who is having the charges pressed against them also tends to be a rather depressed individual with a lot of personal issues on their plate. How dandy it must be for them to be taken to court.
I miss Crispin too. I dropped into AXG to see him just over a week ago, but he must have been at home at the time. I keep wanting to go visit him, but there seems so little hours in the day until I go to work, and I'm working 6 nights a week at the moment. He probably is too busy anyway.
That sounds ok, but here's what actually happened.
I woke up, stuffed around doing bugger-all for 2 hours until I forced myself to do my crappy washing. I mentioned to Z we should go to John Forrest National Park, but he said no because he was busy doing work stuff on his computer. I started playing my game. Just after I joined a mission-thingy with other people (20 mins into playing), Z came down the passage and announced we should go after all.. Yeah, great. Thanks. Wait until I'm into the game enough not to be able to just quit without playing another 30 mins or so. When I get out of my game later, Z's now working again, and apparently he can't just drop his stuff either.
By this time I'm feeling lonely, depressed, and annoyed. I decide I'm going to go out by myself and see a movie at the el-cheapo Regent Cinemas. It's one I had wanted to see with Z, but with many many weeks going by and it not happening, fuck him. Plus we're having massive conflicts in communication by this point, so I'm definitely annoyed at him. I barely have enough money for it, but in my angst I don't care. The movie was .... less than awesome let us say. Really worth me scrounging the money. Not.
Then at work, I'm totally brain-dead. First I get suprised by a $50 note, and forget about a service station just down the road from the customer's house. Instead, I drive a further 7 minutes to the shop, where the manager chucks a shit at me for not remembering about the servo and therefore wasting time in which I could be delivering another order. Then I drop my change bag, which was open at the time. Naturally, the coins spilt everywhere. To top it off, I was giving change to a customer when they kindly informed me I had giving them $5 too much. For some reason, my brain read their $25 as $30 instead. What an awesome time I had at work. Again, not.
Now I'm home, and pouring out all my angst here. I don't really want to go snuggle with Z for comfort, cos I'm still annoyed at him, even though I don't really have a reason anymore and I'm just being stupid. I just want to crawl down a hole somewhere and die crying.
Just to help my feelings along: in the last week, one peron in my circle of friends has decided to press charges against another person in my circle of friends. On the night the incident occured, the two people concerned talked it over, and settled the matter as much as possible. I genuinely thought that was as far as it was going to go. Since then, a number of things I have heard have led me to believe it's the person's _mother_ that has pressured him into pressing charges. She's a fuckwit, and the person is a fuckwit too for listening to her. The person who is having the charges pressed against them also tends to be a rather depressed individual with a lot of personal issues on their plate. How dandy it must be for them to be taken to court.
I miss Crispin too. I dropped into AXG to see him just over a week ago, but he must have been at home at the time. I keep wanting to go visit him, but there seems so little hours in the day until I go to work, and I'm working 6 nights a week at the moment. He probably is too busy anyway.
