M-O-N-D-A-Y S-U-C-K-S!
(sung to the tune of the Mickey Mouse Club Song.
Yeah, it's not my idea...I heard it on the radio once. But it's true. Whatever.)
"Whatever." I hate that expression now. I mean, I still use it a lot, but I hate it.
When used in a certain context, it can be so dismissive, so...whatever.
Grrr...
I did a lot of growing up last week. Starting a new job, making a big decision about someone's birthday, celebrating my own birthday for about a week, and helping someone not get suckered into buying a vintage BMW.
Today I feel 23. Possibly older. Last week I barely even felt 22, and in a week (plus everything else that's happened this month) I aged two years.
I made the decision not to take my sister out for her 21st birthday. She's done a lot of stuff lately that really hurt and pissed me off, and I made the decision not to take her out. I don't want to. And I called her and told her all of this and ran down the extensive laundry list of grievances and told her that she could call me when she's gotten over herself.
It hurt. A lot. And it still hurts. But I had to do it.
And I'm still going to be the better person come Thursday...I'll take 30 seconds out of my busy day and call her up to say Happy Birthday. It will be more than she did for me. I mean, yeah, e-mails are cool and acceptable from friends who live far away, but my own sister should have taken the time to call me.
Am I not worth 30 seconds to her anymore?
She e-mailed me back today with her version of an excuse and apology. I'm beginning to hate e-mail. Don't get me wrong - I looooooove e-mails from people I don't hear from all the time. But again...she couldn't have called and left a voice mail. She couldn't have jsut told me this stuff to my face? Yeah I gave her her "birthday present" over the phone - at least I called.
And have you ever read an e-mail that just felt half-hearted? Like you could see the person sitting there and typing up what they think you want to read.
Grrr...again.
The new job is great...retail operations for a national retailer. It's another temp gig, but I'm learning a lot and having fun. Except for Mondays. They suck a lot. Lots of little things to do that all need to be done right away or else the world will end or something horrible like that.
I spent most of the day wanting to strangle people I've never met. And wishing that my head would just explode already. Being emotionally drained didn't help either.
But besides being ridiculously exhausted last week, I did manage to celebrate my birthday and drink lots of free liquor. On Friday (before my b-day) the crew took my to New B for a good old fashioned bar crawl that consisted of only 2 places, and I got good and smashed. Saturday was spent being hungover and hating my life...then going to the bar down the street for a few brews. Tuesday (my actual birthday) was fairly uneventful, but I laughed my ass off at American Idol and kept rewinding it ("I shot the sherriff...but I did not shoot the dep-you-teeeee!"). Wednesday was karaoke night which included 2 free pints and my stirring rendition of "It's My Party." Yeah, it sucked. I've done better songs in the past. Friday was Brooke's birthday party and I had one of those nights where you drink and drink and drink but you don't get tipsy. Instead, you go from zero to hot mess in about .2 seconds. It was a bad scene. Saturday capped everything off with my parents taking me out to dinner.
And the BMW situation is still up in the air - I think - people went to bed all early and crap so I couldn't get an update.
Speaking of which, I need to start winding down for the night. 6:30 am comes pretty quick, and rush hour traffic sucks.
Peace out.
Yeah, it's not my idea...I heard it on the radio once. But it's true. Whatever.)
"Whatever." I hate that expression now. I mean, I still use it a lot, but I hate it.
When used in a certain context, it can be so dismissive, so...whatever.
Grrr...
I did a lot of growing up last week. Starting a new job, making a big decision about someone's birthday, celebrating my own birthday for about a week, and helping someone not get suckered into buying a vintage BMW.
Today I feel 23. Possibly older. Last week I barely even felt 22, and in a week (plus everything else that's happened this month) I aged two years.
I made the decision not to take my sister out for her 21st birthday. She's done a lot of stuff lately that really hurt and pissed me off, and I made the decision not to take her out. I don't want to. And I called her and told her all of this and ran down the extensive laundry list of grievances and told her that she could call me when she's gotten over herself.
It hurt. A lot. And it still hurts. But I had to do it.
And I'm still going to be the better person come Thursday...I'll take 30 seconds out of my busy day and call her up to say Happy Birthday. It will be more than she did for me. I mean, yeah, e-mails are cool and acceptable from friends who live far away, but my own sister should have taken the time to call me.
Am I not worth 30 seconds to her anymore?
She e-mailed me back today with her version of an excuse and apology. I'm beginning to hate e-mail. Don't get me wrong - I looooooove e-mails from people I don't hear from all the time. But again...she couldn't have called and left a voice mail. She couldn't have jsut told me this stuff to my face? Yeah I gave her her "birthday present" over the phone - at least I called.
And have you ever read an e-mail that just felt half-hearted? Like you could see the person sitting there and typing up what they think you want to read.
Grrr...again.
The new job is great...retail operations for a national retailer. It's another temp gig, but I'm learning a lot and having fun. Except for Mondays. They suck a lot. Lots of little things to do that all need to be done right away or else the world will end or something horrible like that.
I spent most of the day wanting to strangle people I've never met. And wishing that my head would just explode already. Being emotionally drained didn't help either.
But besides being ridiculously exhausted last week, I did manage to celebrate my birthday and drink lots of free liquor. On Friday (before my b-day) the crew took my to New B for a good old fashioned bar crawl that consisted of only 2 places, and I got good and smashed. Saturday was spent being hungover and hating my life...then going to the bar down the street for a few brews. Tuesday (my actual birthday) was fairly uneventful, but I laughed my ass off at American Idol and kept rewinding it ("I shot the sherriff...but I did not shoot the dep-you-teeeee!"). Wednesday was karaoke night which included 2 free pints and my stirring rendition of "It's My Party." Yeah, it sucked. I've done better songs in the past. Friday was Brooke's birthday party and I had one of those nights where you drink and drink and drink but you don't get tipsy. Instead, you go from zero to hot mess in about .2 seconds. It was a bad scene. Saturday capped everything off with my parents taking me out to dinner.
And the BMW situation is still up in the air - I think - people went to bed all early and crap so I couldn't get an update.
Speaking of which, I need to start winding down for the night. 6:30 am comes pretty quick, and rush hour traffic sucks.
Peace out.
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