One of Those Days.
This is my first post since March 22 and they both begin the same way.
Today has been “one of those days”. I feel like when the time comes for me to have a tombstone, that’s what will be inscribed on it. Please say one Hail Mary because it’s been “one of those days”.
I had an appointment with the Career Center at St. Francis. My father has been on my case to make an appointment with them so I did. Even though I saw the gray clouds of doom in the distance. Nothing goes the way it should when my father asks me to do it. Seriously. So I get to the office and I find out the person I’m supposed to meet with isn’t in today. The people in the office were so nice that it really didn’t bother me that I just spent 45 minutes getting there.
With nothing else to do, I left and made my way over to my job because today was PAYDAY!! Or so I thought. After going through the pile of checks twice, I was told there was no check for me. Ok no problem. Maybe it was left in the payroll office. NOPE. After a few phone calls, I was told that the payroll office has a ton of paperwork and my timesheet was “overlooked”. -__- Now it will be anywhere between 2 weeks and a month before I see that check. For some reason, this didn’t bother me too much either. I mean it pisses me off that the payroll office is so non chalant about blatantly not handing in my paperwork but there’s nothing I can do about it.
Now here we are at the end of the day. I’m settling in to watch The Pauly D Project. I fired up the old laptop and pulled up my mail. Amongst the messages about penis enhancements, dating websites and the like, I found an email from a company that I just made a purchase from. They were canceling my order because my credit card could not be authorized (of course they were). The company is in the United Kingdom and I had already told my credit card company that the charges were legit. SO WHY ARE THEY SCREWING WITH ME?? I quickly re-purchased the item because I don’t want it to sell out. Then, I sent them an email explaining the situation. Needless to say, I’ve been obsessively checking my email to see if the problem was resolved. Life needed much?
My great grandmother used to say (or so I’m told) “If everyone you know were to hang their problems out on the clothes line for everyone to see, you’d be scrambling to get yours back because you’d realize yours weren’t so bad after all”. She’s 100% right. Even though for all intents and purposes my day wasn’t the best, it wasn’t the worst. I know that I’ll meet with who I need to meet with, I’ll get my paycheck, and I’ll get what I ordered (eventually, hopefully). There’s no use in sweating things you can’t change. (who is writing this and where did she come from?) Now if you’ll excuse me I have to refresh my mailbox because hey, you never know.