Bad Day

It’s been a day and a half already and it’s only 1:30 in the afternoon. Seriously does Saturday mean everyone can be rude day? Where do I start? How about when I woke up. Awesomeness, I’m still alive let’s get on with the day. Following that I got a phone call from my sister. So stinkin’ awesome. I always have fun talking to her. So far you’re thinking you’re having a good day Michelle why are you freakin’. Well hold on a second and I’ll get to it. So I leave the house (first mistake) and take my abswing thing to a pawnshop. It’s an exercise equipment thingy, whatever. So I walk into the store and tell the guy at the counter (which I know but he doesn’t know that I know him) about it and ask if I can sell it to him. Ok, I was looking for maybe 5 or 10 dollars for the stinkin’ thing, but he looked at me and rudely said no way. I was like, oh that’s fine thanks anyway and I left. I don’t know who peed in his corn flakes this morning but seriously. Arrh. So then I took my old game cube to the micro play in town and told the guy I was talking with Tyler and he said to bring err on down. Well when I got there I had forgotten one of the controllers so I went all the way home and got it. When I got back I found out that the guy couldn’t take it because Tyler wasn’t there. (Why couldn’t you tell me that before I made a trip across town and back????) So I left. There was a young girl in the parking lot so I just gave her my ab swing thing. I was like, do you want this??? Then I gave it to her. I was so frustrated. So I went and got my oil changed. Let’s just say that before they even started I told them that I wanted a new air filter and I don’t want them to yell at me for how dirty my oil is. When he took out the air filter he said let’s see how bad it is...he shook it a bit and he looked up at me and said, yep you’re right you’ll need a new one. haha. That was funny. Then the guy underneath said to the other guy that the oil was really dirty and I think he was going to talk to me but the person said, yep she warned us. So he didn’t. And dad if you’re reading this don’t yell at me. I think I did well on my own for beating myself up and plus I did get it changed right? That should count for some points. Whatever. So I talked to the guy before (Another person who has no idea what he’s talking about) and asked him the price it would be. Ok, I had enough on me. Well, when the bill came it was 20 dollars more. (Only because my car takes a special air filter). I was so ticked off. He could have said something. So I had to make another trip across town and back to get the extra 20 dollars that I owed them. When I got close to home I was about to pull into my back lane when a car came racing down it. I was on the main street and you would think that he would have just stayed a ways back to let me in. Nope that didn’t happen. What a jerk. Let’s just say that when I got into my house I was freakin’ mad. I’m afraid to go to work. What will the customers be like? Or better yet, maybe I should be a waitress who knows nothing. What if I were to go to a table and when they asked me the special say, oh I don’t know. Or when they ask if they could have a drink replay “No Way”. Seriously people, it’s your job to know things that pertain to your job! Frustrating day to say the least. I’m kind of tempted to be a lazy/stupid waitress...it would kind of be fun...don’t cha think??