Painfully bad day for me.
by, 04-Jan-2010 at 23:43 (393 Views)
It starts off good.
I get up early, eat breakfast, go to the Y and have a great workout.
It starts going downhill right after the workout.
I discover that my seepage problem has seeped through the pullup protective underwear and into my gym pants. Thankfully, I seem to be the only person who noticed that. So, I figured, I'll go to my PT job (seeing as I only had a two-hour shift), and then go to a clinic after that to get my problem looked at.
Things got worse when I went to my PT job. The second I get there, my boss tells me that a LOT more work just came in, and that he wanted me to accompany him to three pickups. Suddenly, my two-hour shift became MUCH longer. And I had to go to customer's offices to do pickups. My nerves are ALREADY on edge after what happened at the Y earlier - and things just got a lot worse from there.
I don't feel a thing when my anal seepage happens. Most of the time, it is light, but it has been getting progressively heavier over the last couple of weeks. I don't notice it until I feel the moisture on my behind. And I felt a LOT of moisture on my behind, standing there in a customer's office, while my boss was taking his sweet time, chatting away at everybody there while all I wanted to do was to make the fucking pickup and get the fuck out of there.
My two-hour shift turned into a nine-hour shift. And I didn't pack a lunch, because I thought when I left my apartment this morning, I thought I would only have a two-hour shift. Having nerves on edge + empty stomach = bad combination.
Things just went downhill from there.
After I FINALLY got off work, I waited for the bus to pick me up. The bus driver passes right by me, and he finally notices me after I chase the bus for a couple of blocks. Right after he finally stops, I slip and fall face-first into a muddy puddle. At that point, I was thinking, "You have got to be fucking kidding me, right?"
But the worst of it all happened when I got home.
I have a protected payee who handles my finances. She gets my SSDI check, pays all of my bills, my rent, and then gives me a weekly allowance of whatever is left over for my other necessities.
Well, apparently, my payee proved herself to be a worthless bitch of a payee, because my rent did not reach my landlord in time. And, if I only had a two-hour shift, I could have caught that earlier and had that taken care of TODAY, instead of waiting another day and paying an extra $100 in fees because of her fucking stupidity.
I am so royally pissed off right now.
Oh, and the clinic? That's also closed now. That has to wait until later. If I only had a two-hour shift like how it was planned, a lot of this stress would have never happened.
I think I am going to binge-drink now. Take care!