Day 313
Writing Program Lesson #23: If you mess up a ton on things and hear about it from your advisor it is actually a good thing. If there was nothing wrong with what you are doing you would be wasting your money on grad school or you'd have a bad teacher which effectively means you are wasting your money on grad school. But damn, it'd be nice to hear that you are amazing and perfect and astounding and wonderful and charming and not a sucky hack.
Today was pretty much spent in the Canadian version of hell: working for the Canada Post. Not only is my co-worker like three speeds behind me in the pace of working she also never listens to a word I say. The only good part about her is that she is highly inappropriate with customers without even realizing it. Not only does she answer her cellphone in the middle of helping a customer on the work phone, which by the way was a doggy insurance company calling, she also makes insane comments. My favorite comment of the day was when this guy came up to the counter who had severe scarring on his forearm and the first words out of her mouth were, "Look at your scar. You must've been a wild child."
Nothing much else happened except for me threatening to go postal in front of the customers. I swore a lot, rolled my eyes a lot and sighed loudly at a goth girl who took a long time counting her change. It must've been a threatening sigh as the black-eyelinered bitch started apologizing. I realized two things: 1. I had a bad attitude today. And, 2. I am convinced that this attitude came from putting up with the idiotic questions of customers like, "What do you mean there is a 4 dollar minimum? How about you just charge me for two dollars?"
After work I experienced the after-work hangover that is only cured by watching The Simpsons and Family Guy. By suppertime I had complied a list of nearly 20 things I need to do before I leave town. Instead of doing any of these things I was whining to my mother about having to do things like clean the sink. I actually told her if I ever get my own house it will only have tiny sinks in it so that I don't have a lot to clean.
I went to dinner and sat by a guy who is really fake with people but I feel like I got my comeuppance for his flippancy by saying, "You should really grow a rat tail you have the face for it." If that wasn't enough to ruffle him, I had everyone at the table saying he had a rat tail compatible face. That's what you get for not being real with me, sir.
After supper I completed half of the things on my list. I cleaned dishes and sinks. I wrote essays and sent emails, including an email I sent to my bodyguard with my essay attached for him to copy edit and the message full of bribery and begging. He responded and said it was great. Hopefully, this is true and he isn't just sick of reading my stuff, with it's extraneous apostrophes and comma overkill.Oh well, he wished me luck. But now I owe him a bottle of scotch, at least I told him it was cheap scotch as part of the deal. I wonder if he would've found more errors had I said expensive scotch?
I know I am a bitch but sometimes I wonder if I am beyond bitch. Tonight I deliberately avoiding a friend of mine on chat. It is mostly because I feel like I cannot chat with her and be myself because she takes everything personally and out of character and we wind up fighting or, we talk about boring shit that is a waste of time. But, I just logged onto facebook to get my karma whack in the eye as she has just sent out a message inviting people out for wine and hotdogs for a going away party for me. Damnit, it's like she knew I was a bitch and she is being super friendly to make me feel like shit.
Tip of the Day: Tarter sauce is no longer a condiment, it is a recreational drug.
-Canadian Castaway
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