Stupidest Day Never.

So I wrote this incredibly brilliant, if not slightly long-winded post last night entitled, "Stupidest Day EVER!". It featured waking up late for work with my closed cell phone stuck to my face, a pissed off chickie, a set of missing keys, my car being held hostage by Leslie University, musings about newsletters in Christmas cards, a quick dinner, a game of Songburst, some bitter resentment, and an apology to Kimberly, Brian, and Sasha-who-used-to-be-known-as-Alexandra for having to endure a long car ride while I was drunkenly making out with now-ex Martin years ago. I went and highlighted everything so that I could "copy" it in case everything became suddenly lost, and what do you know---it disappeared. All gone. Forever. Alas.

Bil tried to console me, but I was determined to sulk and cry and glare with one eye at my evil computer. Finally, I went to bed. And slept 11 hours. I think I might have been tired. And now, I don't have the time, energy, motivation, or (most importantly) the angry resentment to rewrite that particular behemoth of a post.

Am annoyed though, at the realization that I have to work tonight until 10pm, and again tomorrow at 6:30am. Didn't the manager tell me upon hiring me that she wanted to ensure that people maintained their current quality of life? Didn't she realize that when I wasn't working at the Gap I had beautiful, uninterrupted afternoons of bliss reading novels and non-fiction borrowed from the library? Hasn't that all changed already? And isn't it cruel and unusual punishment for a person to have to work retail all afternoon and evening, go right to bed, get up ass-early, and go back to working retail before the sun bothers to get its lazy ass up in the am? And while I'm at it, let me tell you all that the customer is almost never right. And usually they smell funny.

That is all.