Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Crying over spilled soda...

I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Well, I sleep alone, and my bed is pushed against the wall, so there's really only one side to wake up on, but still, I just woke up wrong. I woke up in a panic attack again, lots of work to be done, not enough time in a day, not enough vodka in my oj, just overall stressed. The weather isn't cheering me up because I'm indoors, there's still 7 hours before I can start drinking..I'm just not happy. But oh it's lunchtime and I decide I'm gonna check the Hale and Hearty menu online and see if it's worth taking a sunny stroll for a hot soup. And hooray my mood was slightly lifted when I saw Broccoli Cheddar on the soup of the day list. I fast walk/skip there and order a large soup only to find out they only have enough to fill a small cup plus two spoonfuls. Damn you Hale and Hearty! I am officially their most irate customer as I jumped over the counter, grabbed the man's collar, and shouted, "There must be more! Clearly, you must have another vat made in back ready to go because it's only 1:30 and the soup is all gone which obviously means it's popular so wouldn't it make sense to have some extra made and ready to serve??!! No?! NO?" No, I didn't do that but I think he saw the crazies in my eyes because I was escorted out after I paid for my measly small soup.

What's got my panties in such a bunch you ask? Well, literally that actually, my panties are in a bunch. See, I'm wearing a short (cute) sundress today and instead of the staple thong, since the dress tends to blow up in the wind all the time, I figured it would be less offensive if I wear a full underwear, even though I think VPL is one of the worst offenses, but it doesn't even matter now cause with all the bunching I'm essentially wearing a thong. And the discomfort is making me highly irritable. And I'm annoyed that I work so damn much, and that all the good ones are spoken for or gay, and that I wore boots instead of my cute gladiator sandals today, and that when I walked to the vending machine I had put in 70 cents and my soda cost 75 cents and so in the 5 seconds it took to run back to my desk and fetch a nickel someone had helped themselves to my 70 cents and a soda, and when I grudgingly bought myself another one and took it back to my desk to drink it exploded in my face.

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