Horribleness and Things

Day 345

Today sucked. Big time sucked. Okay so it wasn't that bad I went to the doctor and found out that the foot injury I thought I had was nothing at all (for now at least) and I also took Elliott (my bike) in to get his damage from my crash assessed and it turns out that he too is just fine. Well, he's just fine aside from the fact that when my mechanic handed me a wrench and told me how to adjust the seat I couldn't do it and was too ashamed to ask for help. It was a weird angle to put in the wrench, I guess... And, I probably not only have my job back at the pub I probably have a job there that I am better at. So I guess the only truly shitty part of my day was when I went to work at the Post Office.

So, I am quitting the Post Office and today was supposed to be my last day (but I am working on Monday). Here is a laundry list of the shit that went wrong:

-I got bitched at about not closing a door when the post office closed the night before. Seriously? The door was internal and any criminal dumb enough to break into a Post Office thinking there is tons of money in there deserves to get in as he is clearly a creative (if not entirely wrong) thinker. Plus, it'd be funny if they went to all of that trouble just to get some nickels and stamps that he couldn't use as they are outdated.

-My computer wouldn't let me delete an item, my co-worker yelled at me for trying to help a customer not have to wait forever by moving them to her register and then some woman was swearing at me. I helped her out and she didn't even apologize.

-At the last second a man with two huge, unpacked boxes wanted to mail them and I had to perform a shitty money transfer for someone who was probably a drug lord.

-The till I was on only had about 30 bucks to take out at the end of the night. I have no idea what happened to the rest of what should have been there but I bet I will get blamed for it being missing.

-If all that weren't ridiculous enough the gate that closes the Post Office was broken so we had to call security to come and fix it.

I am seriously thinking I might fall ill come Monday and spend my last day of work in that shit pit not there. Anywhere but there, scrubbing my toilet even sounds sort of appealing.

Today a friend of mine in the writing program asked why I write my blog. I told him a couple different answers including that it was something to do outside of schoolwork and that it was therapeutic. The truth is, is that there is nothing I do everyday besides breathe that comes close to as ritualistic as this effing blog. My brother makes fun of me for writing it and he says he has only read like one entry (I bet that's a lie) and he mocks that everyone he knows has a blog and who cares and why don't we just get a diary and shut the hell up. Maybe he's right but, I don't really care.

Tip of the Day: Drink water and be nice to people who aren't assholes if you can find any.

-Canadian Castaway