Caution: Drama Ahead

I'm having a day. I was sick with the Irish Flu, my hair took an hour and a half to comb, and then I was woken up out of a four hour nap by a phone call I did NOT want to answer, but I did because I love to torture myself.

I went to Safeway, and at the checkout, I was accosted by the cheerfulness of a cashier who enjoyed her job WAY too much.

"How are you tonight?" she asked me.

How am I? Do you really care? How about shitty, thanks. I just got dumped via text message. The man I'm convinced that I want to spend a good portion of my life with is emotionally (and physically) unavailable and will be for the rest of his life. The one that I don't want to spend any more of my life with is relentlessly pursuing me with promises of marriage and security. But not happiness. I will be thirty in 154 days and have done absolutely nothing with my life thus far. And not to be melodramatic or anything, but everyday I look out the window at work and wonder how hard it would be to jump. I'm over being second best all the time. I just want to be good enough, instead of almost.

Instead, I just said, "Fine thanks and you?" And she proceeded to tell me about what a great day she was having.

Huge Foot In Huger Mouth

Yes. My foot. My mouth.

Today, on my lunch break (which is at 2:00 in the afternoon), I ran into one of the IT guys, also just going for lunch. I said hi and then went with my Cousin Sarah to her office (which happens to be in my building) for a minute and then back to my office. Maybe fifteen minutes had passed since I ran into Sneebs in the mall. He came back up and was walking past my desk, when I said, "Hey Sneebs, back so soon?" He replied, "Yeah, I only got a short lunch, we're really busy today." To which I replied, "Yeah. They treat you like a slave."

Footnote: Sneebs came to Canada from Cameroon about eight years ago.