coray

Mon - Wed
I had to work a job I hate, well, I don't actually hate the job its the boss. The boss is not a good person. He is the type that believes he is all important, and all knowing, but if one follows his instructions to the letter you fail, and when you fail he yells, and when you do right he yells. He is the first and only boss I have ever yelled at. I have actually yelled, which is unlike me. At the end of the day, when I have not seen him for 98% of my shift, that last 2% in his presence pushes me over the edge, so much so that my roommates hide from me for the first 1/2hr I'm home.....this goes on for 3 days, I start to think I could pull it off till xmas, but then I talk to him again and its nothing but rage. why do some people just seem to push your buttons, seem to be everything you hate in the world, bah.....

worst day yet, until.....received a package from my Mom w/ halloween gifts, a card filled w/ her writing, and an envelope covered w/ her drawings.... I loved it so, I sat at the kitchen table and dwelled in happiness...

rain, and no work, I stay at home writing a note to my Mom for her bday, I flip between happy and sad b/c I can't be there, I receive a postcard from my sis (she cheers me up)

I wake, call the boss, he doesn't answer so no work again (therefore happy), I call my Mom and wish her a happy birthday, I sleep, I wake to a call from a friend who tells me to quit my job and work for him (so I do), I get up, happy, watch a movie and drink a beer. I then have a shower. While in the shower I get a call from G, he's on his way to deliver my Mom's gift, I give him directions and thank him allot.....

Later I go up town w/ my friend for her tattoo appt, I get a call from one of my oldest friends and talk. We get to the tattoo place, I sit down and look around, they have a Ryden book in the case, I sit again and see a girl, a girl w/ greatest shirt ever... its a plain white T w/ the words "the enemy's gate is down" spray painted on it, I commend her on her shirt, she thanks me, she seems very interesting, but is to busy writing/reading, sadly we don't talk... I decided I have to make a shirt like hers.... on the walk back to the skytrain I pick up a flat of redcap, I see two girls w/ "free hugs" signs but was unable to get one then by chance I meet up friend from the sg burlesque show, we talk and its good, then we head our separate ways.

We get back to the apt, I check the mail.... nothing, I look on the ledge and see a letter addressed to S/lip (placed there by my roommate b/c she didn't know... she knows now and will leave such letters in our mailbox), I pick it up eager to read the contents (which were much appreciated, and very well done (thank you)) I then check my email and discover that my friend from mexico has moved here and wants to go for a drink, then L calls to see how I'm doing (she and I are both having a great day)...

Dinner, call from my Mom, my lil cousin is sick, but she'll be fine. Then drinks, talk, games, and a movie w/ the roommates, where I finally get the urge to write