Today was unnecessarily difficult.
I woke up discovering that there was no warning sign for the disaster that would befall my favorite pair of underwear. Then there is my cat who seems to take great pleasure in getting caught under my feet at the worst possible moments. Like when I’m trying to dash across the apartment to the bathroom at 5AM. Then because he got hurt, he proceeds to sing the song of his people for the next hour while I’m struggling to suppress a menstrual migraine with coffee and midol.
I get to math and at the end of class he mutters something about this wrapping up the end of the chapter but he would be around for review on Tuesday. It seemed kind of ambiguous so I wanted to make sure if today was the new last day and Tuesday was optional or if Tuesday still was our last day but we were going to use it for review. He didn’t understand the question. After rephrasing the question a few times, I eventually asked “If a train leaves NYC at 3pm and is travelling at 50mph, will we have class on Tuesday?” Finally got a straight fucking answer. I’m really sick and tired of feeling like I speak a different language from everyone else. This is ridiculous. It was a simple fucking question, so it only needs a simple answer. Now I’m starting to think everyone does understand me, and they are just playing dumb to piss me off.
After classes I call my dr to see whats going on with my refills, the nurse says a px was sent to my pharmacy. I call the pharmacy and they say it is ready for pick up. Which is good because I hadn’t had them in almost 2 days, was riding a mixed episode and PMSy. Although it would have been nice if someone from my drs or pharmacy called to let me know what was going on.
On the bus, this lovely old man sitting in front of me decides to fart…I’m sorry…flatulate, without so much as a warning or an apology. thanks a lot asshole.
I get to the pharmacy and am stuck in line because another dashing geriatric is holding it up gabbing away with the pharmacist. Awesome. I just chugged a coffee, have to pee, am probably needing to change my tampon soon and am 1/2 mile from my bathroom. Great. He walks away but leaves his keys. I chase after him and he doesn’t even say thank you. How polite.
I get to the front of the line and the pharmacist says they don’t even have a record of me on file. I’m guessing I needed to spell my name out to him just one more time. 4 times the charm right? He says they don’t have anything ready for me yet and it would be about 15-20 minutes. really? not what the other dumbass told me this morning. All I could do was smile. On the inside I was repeatedly banging his head against the counter until his itty bitty brains fall out while simultaneously inhaling a share sized bag of peanut M&Ms.
I go home and decide that I am hungry but don’t want to cook. I head back out to Subway and get a wrap. The fucking bitch folded it so roughly it split all down the long side. Worse, she thought it was acceptable to sell it to me that way. I ordered a wrap, not an open faced sandwich. I have more than enough experience for the job and have made hundreds of wraps yet they never hire me but she gets one???
DAFUQ is wrong with people today??? I’m sorry, my anger can’t be entirely blamed on hormones and BP. People are fucking stupid.
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