Ok it was officially freaky.
Last night, I won't name any names, but SOMEONE made it sound like they wanted to hang out and this SOMEONE lives all the way in Fontana. Anyhow, I decide to drive out there and get the door basically. I am not welcomed apparently. *sigh*
Its like 0100 and as a young lady I shouldn't be out in an unfamiliar area let alone unaccompanied at those hours. Oh and I forgot to mention this was after I had pulled an all-nighter for midterms. We're talking 5 Lo-Carb Monsters and no sleep for 36 hours and counting.
Anyway, I decide it would be a VERY bad idea to drive all the way from FonTUCKY to GhettoBello without risking death by sleeping at the wheel, that I show up at my Grandma's house in Ontario. It was just a hop skip and a jump down the I-15 so I figured it wouldn't hurt. Too bad it was about 0200 when I was walking in the door and frightened by mom half to death. She doesn't usually stay there but she was planning to leave bright and early for San Francisco the following day. As if I didn't have enough to feel bad about.
And so I was feeling pretty crappy being all rejected and what not, waking up my mommy, not having enough gas both body wise and car wise to get home, when I received a text from the very bad host I was to rendezvous with. "Are you okay?" it says.... HA! As a matter of fact I'm just DANDY!
Did I mention I had an interview at 1000 the next morning? Oh ya... I did.
That of course had to be rescheduled because I was nodding off the whole time on the drive back home at 0700.
So now the interview is at 1530 and I decide to leave at 1500. Am I late? Of course! It wouldn't be my wonderful life if I wasn't.
Southern Californians and rain are like immiscible. Sad but true. So I show up to the interview and tell them a crazy story about how I had to drive all the way from Ontario and that the traffic was horrible and blah blah blah.... They bought it. FINALLY something goes my way.
Then the interview, or audition as they like to call it, begins. I have to work with other potential hires on some divergent project and guess who ends up leading and having to do most of the work? YOU GUESSED IT! Little old me.
Am I complaining too much? No? Ok I shall continue.
So after having to deal with such incompetence, I come home and some person on eBay is all like, can you expedite my order because I really need it. I thought about it, being the rude person that I am, and tried to come up with a clever response but was just so over today that I decided what the heck; I'll expedite the damned thing.
I did a good thing for someone. A favor some may call it. Its strange, whatever it is. Very unlike me. Don't expect anymore any time soon people.
After I e-mailed the potential customer who just COULD NOT WAIT for their order to let them know I would expedite the book, did they order from me? Let me check... NO!
See, this is why I don't like doing favors. It never fails.
But, there is a silver lining; a big, fat JUICY one. The book I was selling was going for $9.00. The one I sold to some person down the street... $100.00. I guess you can say I was feeling pretty, pretty, pretty good about that one.
After that I was all nice and cozy inside, money tends to do that to me, and decided to ask someone to be my valentine.
Kacey said she would.
Oh happy day!
P.S. I just had a beer all by my lonesome... should I start attending AA meetings? Please advise.