I can be a right tit sometimes

Today was the freakin’ weirdest day, as weird as weird comes… I picked up a lunch serving shift this afternoon which ended up being a damn good idea because it was super busy. But despite the busy-ness that was our lunch period, I still managed to get off in time to go back home before my evening shift… and that’s where things started going hay-wire.

First, I jammed my left middle finger in the sliding door and was so sure I had chopped it off that I had to keep checking it for 20 minutes before I was convinced that it wasn’t going to fall off. Luckily, that was it for about 20 minutes while I sat outside and enjoyed the sun that peeked out in between thunder showers.

This next one is the one that’s going to haunt me for a while, and the reason I feel like such a tit. Remember how I told you we got a new car? Well, we haven’t had it a month and I’ve gone and scratched it. You’d think I really wasn’t meant to have nice things, they way I go on so carelessly. Anyway… I was at the drive-thru for the bank because I needed to deposit a cheque, I had turned in to get closer to the machine but when I let go of the break when I was about to leave I forgot this – and of course my side rear-view mirror grazed the cement post that they have that “protects” your car from the wall. For f’s sake… I’d have missed the freakin’ wall!! Brand new car. Less than a month. And I put a freakin’ scratch in it. Yes, it’s only a car. A material object. Yes, it’s only a small scratch. As my brother put it – at least I didn’t break off a piece of it reversing into our car port. But that’s not the point… I just feel like such a tit. I called my Dad as soon as it happened… and he was pissed. He wasn’t as mad when he saw how small it was… but I still don’t forgive myself for it.

And after all that… I end up leaving for work late. My brother wanted to go get some popsicles… so we popped over to Wal-Mart but I took too long getting ready since I was feeling sluggish after sitting in the sun. And you know how when you’re late, the universe seems to throw everything in your path to make sure you’re even later? Well, I ended up being 40 minutes late for my shift… and I’m kind of always late for my 6:00 p.m. shifts because I can never judge just how bad traffic is going to be so I always leave later than I should’ve. So I got written up for it… 🙁 Boo. I have to be careful… I don’t want to get fired before I leave. I need the money. I mean my Manager was nice about it… she realized that I was leaving soon anyway but I’m glad she still wrote me up because it was horrible how late I was… besides just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean I shouldn’t respect my workplace. Especially considering how great they are to me…

So anyway… these are the reasons I feel like a tit. A tit that made a great mound of cash in tips today, but still a tit nonetheless.

Oh, and to top it all off for the night – I burnt my thumb a little bit and it hurts. Now both my hands feel useless… making me feel even more like a tit. Hope everyone else’s day was the complete opposite of my day (minus the making loads of cash… I wouldn’t want anyone losing money!)

responses to “I can be a right tit sometimes” 5

  1. I don’t even think you’re much of a boob for all of that happening. I feel nothing but empathy for you. I view this as a culmination of the stress you have before you leave the country. Make sure you balance out that unlucky day with lucky outings.

  2. Suddenly the thought of being re-incarnated as a brass pole is very appealing! .-)

  3. When it rains it pours. Late again I see MS Sy .-)
    Hmmm would it really be a lie if you told people your name was “Missy” ? (Good name for the clubs!)

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