Do you ever have one of those days, where everything is going bad, then good, then bad? Yesterday was one of those days for me =(.
When I woke up yesterday morning I thought it was 8am, no it was 10am (on the dot). I got up, did chores around the house and laid down on the couch. I was hot and miserable.
After that I went to Wal-Mart, with my mom, to try and get 8 by 10’s (and 4 by 6’s) photos of the Stanley Cup Parade. The last time I was there, the one lady said “we don’t do 8 by 10’s photos at all”. Really? How come I got four 8 by 10’s photos this time. The lady, who helped me, Kim; was very nice. The other lady, Ellen, was running the register was a total bitch. Kim assured me that my photos weren’t going to take an hour. Just a few minutes, since it wasn’t busy at all. I walked up to the register area and Ellen looked at my slip and said “Come back at 6:17″. I explained to her what Kim said and Ellen got that attitude. Kim and the other helper were nice. I know I’m going to write a letter to the company and explain about the attitudes.
I came home and quickly put away the ice cream and went out to eat at my aunt’s place to eat. My great aunt made a comment about me coming down and then she criticize me cause I didn’t say to one of her friends (which I did) and her friend stood up for me, saying I did. It’s like every time I go down to my aunt’s place to eat, I’m always giving a hard time by my great aunt. After that, I shed a few tears. My cousin (who is a spoiled bitch) was the waitress for tonight. She was slow on our table. Everyone else got their drinks and food before us. And we were one of the first customers. Anyways, I just had a diet Coke. And when my other aunt asked why I wasn’t eating. Mom explained that I wasn’t hungry and that I was dieting, since I want to lose some weight. My aunt rolled her eyes and said “yeah right”. Nice to know that my aunt supports me. Mom asked my cousin to get a container for mom’s french friends. My cousin went over and took this other couple order and proceeded to bullshit with them. we never ended up getting the containers, since I was the one who decided to eat the fries. Also, the zipper is broke on my shorts, so I had a long enough shirt to cover it and my aunts were making fun of me cause my zipper was down. What the fuck do you want me to do? Would it make you happy if I got my zipper fixed at this very moment?
I come home after that and ended up putting away the groceries (after stopping to get a half gallon of milk) and watched a bit of the NHL Draft.
I think I am still going to take that Avon job and plus; I’ll be working part time on this site. At least it’s something as a right now.
Tomorrow, I don’t plan on doing a damn thing, except maybe working out or playing the Sims 2.
Take care and have a nice night everyone.