As you can tell by the title of this post, today was, in fact, slightly better than yesterday. It did not include scraping doughnuts off my car; instead, I woke up to the sound of two very dedicated maintenance men scraping a pile of doughnuts, paper, and dead leaves from the parking lot. Considering the alternatives, I think that’s a lovely sound to wake up to.
I was supposed to meet the cable and internet people at my new (still uninhabited) apartment this morning, but I thought, “What if it really is icy outside? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for the poor cable and internet people to be driving around so early in the morning?” I called the electric company and canceled my appointment, only no one told the poor cable and internet people because they called me fifteen minutes after my appointment was supposed to be. Sorry the electric company hates y’all. Please don’t call me bad names, cable and internet people.
After that, the day progressed fairly normally and pretty much without frustration. I was even busy this afternoon — so busy that I decided to skip taking lunch. And then I left at 3:30.
In an attempt to find some reading material that is less shame-inducing than the newest issue of Glamour (with Britney Spears on the cover), I decided to go to Books-a-Million. I picked out a book almost immediately upon entering and wandered around the store in a futile attempt to wait out the insanely long lines (at 3:30! Do you people not work?) and avoid cranky old people. Unfortunately, I was really unsuccessful in my plan because I ended up with an incompetent and possibly chemically imbalanced cashier who almost tricked me into a Books-a-Million rewards card. (I say almost because she told me the membership cost twenty dollars after I questioned why my total was a good twenty dollars more than it should be. And then she tried to tell me that she did tell me it cost twenty dollars when she had not, in fact, said anything about it costing money because y’all can bet I wouldn’t pay for a rewards program — tell me how I’m being rewarded by paying you an additional twenty dollars over your already overpriced books, Books-a-Million. And then she couldn’t work the cash register and kept saying, “Gosh, I always have this problem. Is it me or the computer, do you think?” Uh, no comment.)
I’m finally at my temporary home now and eating microwaveable spaghetti like a sad single person. This week, I’m subsisting solely on food that can be cooked in the microwave. That’s pretty depressing considering I can actually cook well, but Lean Cuisine is taking care of me nonetheless.
Next year, though? I promise I’ll take care of myself.
