Wednesday Woes
Today has been a VERY frustrating day.
Derek argued with me this morning, and then TOLD me what he was going to do. And I told him what he was going to do. Luckily, there is a birthday party on Saturday, so I was like...fine, then you AREN'T GOING.
Don't tell me what you are or aren't doing. Not unless I ask.
He was rather grumpy about it, but I won. That's for sure.
Until I get some call from the school, cause he's too pissed off and can't shake it off.
I tried to get an online credit report, but the information I gave says I don't know my own damn information. WHICH I DO. WHATEVER. Ass.
My phone was plugged in all night to charge up. Ben and I talked for 4 minutes and it died. It's the SUCKIEST PHONE EVER. Sorry Ariel. Apparently, we broke it.
A battery is going to cost me close to $35, I'm estimating. I don't know what kind of phone it is, so I can't tell you for sure.
A new phone could cost me as little as $100, if I was a NEW customer. Otherwise? I have no idea. I can't really afford either if I want to be able to go on the coast trip.
My shoe is breaking. The sole is caving in. The last pair of shoes I got at Walmart were fine, but these ones are breaking already. They suck ass. Now I have to spend the $10 left on my gift card for shoes, instead of a new coffee maker. Which I really need. Shoes are more important. Why does money have to be such an issue? If this had happened three months ago, it wouldn't be a damn problem.
The people at work don't give me enough information to get my consignments done right. I've had to do two correcting entries in about 20 minutes. Which is bullshit. Just give me the right information bitches.
I feel like there's too much to do and not nearly enough time to do it in. It's rather overwhelming. Instead I just sit here and type and pretend like I don't have a thousand things to do. Hopefully Friday I can get some of them done.
I asked my landlord if she knew where I could get some extra dirt for my back yard. She went OVERBOARD about this and that and the other thing. We could do this and that. She's offering to buy the stuff, but it means our labor. Have I gotten myself into more than I can handle? I don't even know. I already feel like I don't have enough time, why did I add? I just want some damn grass. Something that would make it easier to see the snakes.
Candace wants to hang out and do something, but Jesse is booked up with this girl who he's not even sure he really likes. He's just holding on until something better comes along. It's so obvious to me and it pisses me off. Fucking boys.
So, instead Ben and I will try to be entertaining to Candace and her hubby. I just want her to have fun and feel like she moved back here for a reason.
Tomorrow=my Friday=errands, so I guess I should just shut the hell up and do what I can Friday. Cleaning, shopping, trying to figure out my damn back yard. All while trying to catch up on the soap operas that I'm two weeks behind on. There's just not enough time in the day.
Derek argued with me this morning, and then TOLD me what he was going to do. And I told him what he was going to do. Luckily, there is a birthday party on Saturday, so I was like...fine, then you AREN'T GOING.
Don't tell me what you are or aren't doing. Not unless I ask.
He was rather grumpy about it, but I won. That's for sure.
Until I get some call from the school, cause he's too pissed off and can't shake it off.
I tried to get an online credit report, but the information I gave says I don't know my own damn information. WHICH I DO. WHATEVER. Ass.
My phone was plugged in all night to charge up. Ben and I talked for 4 minutes and it died. It's the SUCKIEST PHONE EVER. Sorry Ariel. Apparently, we broke it.
A battery is going to cost me close to $35, I'm estimating. I don't know what kind of phone it is, so I can't tell you for sure.
A new phone could cost me as little as $100, if I was a NEW customer. Otherwise? I have no idea. I can't really afford either if I want to be able to go on the coast trip.
My shoe is breaking. The sole is caving in. The last pair of shoes I got at Walmart were fine, but these ones are breaking already. They suck ass. Now I have to spend the $10 left on my gift card for shoes, instead of a new coffee maker. Which I really need. Shoes are more important. Why does money have to be such an issue? If this had happened three months ago, it wouldn't be a damn problem.
The people at work don't give me enough information to get my consignments done right. I've had to do two correcting entries in about 20 minutes. Which is bullshit. Just give me the right information bitches.
I feel like there's too much to do and not nearly enough time to do it in. It's rather overwhelming. Instead I just sit here and type and pretend like I don't have a thousand things to do. Hopefully Friday I can get some of them done.
I asked my landlord if she knew where I could get some extra dirt for my back yard. She went OVERBOARD about this and that and the other thing. We could do this and that. She's offering to buy the stuff, but it means our labor. Have I gotten myself into more than I can handle? I don't even know. I already feel like I don't have enough time, why did I add? I just want some damn grass. Something that would make it easier to see the snakes.
Candace wants to hang out and do something, but Jesse is booked up with this girl who he's not even sure he really likes. He's just holding on until something better comes along. It's so obvious to me and it pisses me off. Fucking boys.
So, instead Ben and I will try to be entertaining to Candace and her hubby. I just want her to have fun and feel like she moved back here for a reason.
Tomorrow=my Friday=errands, so I guess I should just shut the hell up and do what I can Friday. Cleaning, shopping, trying to figure out my damn back yard. All while trying to catch up on the soap operas that I'm two weeks behind on. There's just not enough time in the day.
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