Ok, so I mentioned a while back that my mom was attempting to hook me up with some girl right?
The girl never called, so I assumed she was never going to. My mom calls me today asking me if I want to go out with said girl Saturday. I couldn't think of an excuse so I said sure.
Now my original plan was to concentrate on myself...ie. license, new clothes, car, contacts, tai chi...all that jazz. I was going to ignore the fact that Zephyer and I still don't have things figured out, and get that shit settled when she came back for Christmas.
Now, if I end up liking this girl, I'm going to have to figure everything out NOW, instead of taking my time and thinking about it like I had planned.
Rushing important decisions always leads to me fucking things up...
Ugh.
I mean, maybe I am thinking too into things. I talked to the girl for a little while today, and we got along well on the phone, (she even had the same idea as me for our date...laser tag), but that doesn't mean anything.
I suppose we'll see what happens.
The point is, I was not ready for something like this, nor did I really want something like this to arise.
If it goes well, I am forced to make decisions I don't want to make right now, and if it doesn't, I feel like an idiot. Bloody hell...
Blah...
Then, to top it off...
I had a ride to work tonight, so I took a nap and slept a little later than usual. I called my ride and she was like "oh, I can't give you a ride tonight...I forgot to call."
Great...
So I rush around, shower, rush out the door without shaving (meaning I look like Hell).
I get outside...it's raining.
The power is out on half my street, so the street lights are dead. I can't see anything, and each car that goes by BLINDS me with their headlights. Fun fun fun.
I get to work, and I have a fucking foot high stack of shit that's all messed up, left for ME to solve.
This place is lucky I am intelligent...
It took me 1 1/2 hours to solve this shit, get all the numbers straightened out, and do my night audit.
Can someone please tell me what kind of Ghetto ass business can't afford a box of fucking printer paper? I'm scrounging in the fucking "recycling" bin for paper to print the night audit because the new manager is too fucking cheap to buy a $30 box of paper.
LAME!
Ok, I'm done bitching, but I am still annoyed.
-KOS
The girl never called, so I assumed she was never going to. My mom calls me today asking me if I want to go out with said girl Saturday. I couldn't think of an excuse so I said sure.
Now my original plan was to concentrate on myself...ie. license, new clothes, car, contacts, tai chi...all that jazz. I was going to ignore the fact that Zephyer and I still don't have things figured out, and get that shit settled when she came back for Christmas.
Now, if I end up liking this girl, I'm going to have to figure everything out NOW, instead of taking my time and thinking about it like I had planned.
Rushing important decisions always leads to me fucking things up...
Ugh.
I mean, maybe I am thinking too into things. I talked to the girl for a little while today, and we got along well on the phone, (she even had the same idea as me for our date...laser tag), but that doesn't mean anything.
I suppose we'll see what happens.
The point is, I was not ready for something like this, nor did I really want something like this to arise.
If it goes well, I am forced to make decisions I don't want to make right now, and if it doesn't, I feel like an idiot. Bloody hell...
Blah...
Then, to top it off...
I had a ride to work tonight, so I took a nap and slept a little later than usual. I called my ride and she was like "oh, I can't give you a ride tonight...I forgot to call."
Great...
So I rush around, shower, rush out the door without shaving (meaning I look like Hell).
I get outside...it's raining.
The power is out on half my street, so the street lights are dead. I can't see anything, and each car that goes by BLINDS me with their headlights. Fun fun fun.
I get to work, and I have a fucking foot high stack of shit that's all messed up, left for ME to solve.
This place is lucky I am intelligent...
It took me 1 1/2 hours to solve this shit, get all the numbers straightened out, and do my night audit.
Can someone please tell me what kind of Ghetto ass business can't afford a box of fucking printer paper? I'm scrounging in the fucking "recycling" bin for paper to print the night audit because the new manager is too fucking cheap to buy a $30 box of paper.
LAME!
Ok, I'm done bitching, but I am still annoyed.
-KOS
kreatinkaos:
One date wont kill you