It’s amazing how quickly a half-decent day can go to shit.
0.0001232 seconds, as a matter of fact.
I guess it’s kind of a carry over from last night. We got our asses handed to us in 9-ball Tier 1 semi-finals. Didn’t even make it to the fifth match. Hell, we handed the opposing team a quick 30 points within the first two matches.
So, yeah, that sucked. Then I couldn’t get up this morning. I just didn’t want to. I’ve had a nagging headache for the last three days and I was hungry as hell, but I didn’t want to get out of bed.
Surprisingly made it to work five minutes early. The boss is extremely nervous about going on vacation next week and I totally understand where he’s coming from. I told him he needs to put an ad in the paper. Enough is enough…especially since I walked in this morning and wonderpressman wasn’t here. His excuse? He overslept.
My cell phone battery is dead and I don’t know why. I’m about thisclose to saying “Fuck it” and buying a new phone this weekend. Must. Resist. Temptation. Sprint’s got this pretty little camera phone that comes in red (*rawr*) that I really want. And it’s got a nice little rebate…so since I’ve had my phone for almost two years, I’m good with being able to take advantage of said rebate.
But if I went and bought that phone this week, I’d have to pay rent late, because I’d be using this Friday’s paycheck. Which is no big deal, ’cause I do it all the time. But if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to do it at the end of the month, so I’d have money for vacation. I’m slowly starting to get sick of this shit…
The boy calls me at work all pissed off. He’s not gotten paid.
WTF? Yeah, just one more thing to make me HATE HIS FUCKING COMPANY.
He had submitted on the 6th a new direct deposit slip, since we had started a new checking account together. When his paycheck for the 22nd got deposited in his old account, he went and checked on it and the payroll department said the new direct deposit would be “effective immediately.”
Well, it’s funny, ’cause his paycheck isn’t in our bank account or his old bank account. And when he called, he was hungry, pissed off, had barely enough gas to get home from work and almost out of cigarettes.
If any of you have any pull with any kind of higher-ups in your life, please say a prayer for my poor boy to get a job with the place he just applied for a few days ago. Thanks.
Ok, time to send the co-worker down to the Farmers’ Market to go score me a two pound fajita. Maybe then my day might brighten up a bit.