"knock knock" I say "whose there" she says, "I can't remember" and begins to cry.
Work nearly killed me this week. I was so very, very busy. The first day in the pouring rain, i got my foot stuck in a water filled hole on the way to buy what turned out to be a really crappy sandwich, and fell over in a puddle having to spend the rest of the day soaking wet, so fucking uncomfortable and cold. The next day I started off by spilling hot coffee all over my skirt. Brilliant. A contractor turned up unexpectedly to do some kind of job that required a special key to which whereabouts unknown. I hurriedly rushed around trying to come into possession of said key. I ran down into the basement of a far away building because of information I was given that this key was in the BASEMENT office. I kind of tore the place apart and found it, and slammed the door shut behind me. There was a huge crash but i figured i would come back to it and ran to give the contractor the key. I came back to find that in the office the entire air conditioning unit had fallen off the wall crashed down on top of the microwave and a kettle and coated everything in dust thanks to the filter falling out. Fucking great fuck. I came back to the office to find that the contractor guy had fucked up what he was doing and disappeared. Some fucking nut case cleaner trashed a bathroom that was ‘territory’ of another cleaner and then went completely psycho at me saying he was going to get me fired by going to the building owners etc. Theres a lot more to this story about batshit crazy fruitcake but for another time. I’m trying to smooth over this whole thing about someone falling down the stairs that is thinking about suing. The tennis court guy and ‘grabbed’ me as he went to shake my hand. A million people wanted everything done NOW and there’s just me. I had a meeting with some guy about getting a better hygiene service in the bathrooms and he said menstrual cycle. AWKWARD. Its been, pretty.. pretty stressful.
Zap and me got the most delicious ice cream last night called love potion #31 but anything from Baskin Robbins is. P,T*, and Tori and J’s long lost boyfriend came over last night. T* was 2 hours late and Tori and I are still very frosty. He left me in the worst mood ever. Maybe that I’m losing patience in humouring him, and everything else I don’t care about anymore. I’ve gone to bed the last few nights doing the whole “Nobody likes me, I’m so alone, wahhhh”. Last night was so exception and spent the whole night lying semi conscious stressing about everything that I could think of. I can’t complain too much, I’ve been so happy lately. Stuffs gonna get you down sooner or later. I have a lot on my plate, but I always do. It’s time to grow up. Bank cheques, debts and everything.
