It was supposed to be good, had saturday and sunday off of work, nothing terribly urgent to do, was just going to bum about, maybe finish up the last of the home repairs I've been doing. Instead? I ended up running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. All started friday afternoon, had to work with emo boy at the retail job, he was emoting so badly that day I was afraid he would spontaneously develop stigmata and start bleeding all over the merchandise. Had to yell, several times, just to get him to do anything.
Bah.
Saturday I did actually have a few things to do, run some things over to storage, pick up renovating supplies, grab riveting machine Kat bought on craigslist, go to labyrinth comic sale and meet Jenn for dinner that night.
So my day started off bright and early, because, instead of getting to sleep in, manager at work called to ask if I could pick up a swing shift cause she wanted to go to a party. Now, ya'all know me in the mornings, I am not a nice individual. I snap, I snarl, and I'm just generally a bitch. So I pretty much mumbled something that may have vaugely resembled "hell no" before hanging up. It was fraking early and it was my one day to sleep in this MONTH. I was a bit cranky OK?
Day went downhill from there, never made it to the storage unit, so the boxes are still all over the bloody living room. Picked up half the stuff for the renovation, the final half of course so I can't actually start working on anything. Riveting machine was... a whole 'nother mess.
Woman on craigslist says she's in etobicoke, so we drive down there, only to find out that she is even more buggered up with her geography than Tiffany, and she does, in fact, live up by Guelph-Humber Uni. Just a BIT of a difference. Wanker. And then, rather than wait for us to make it up there the next day, she sold it out from under us. Again, wanker.
So, we went to Shilo's, and she's all: can you give me a ride to my grandma's? It's really close by.
45 min later.
I have seriously got to start screening my friends for SOME kind of sense of direction. really.
So, me and Kat get on our way to the Labyrinth's big 20% off US cover price spandex hero sale and we realise.
I left my purse at Shilo's.
My purse, with my wallet, house keys, food, WORK keys and practically my whole life in it. The only reason I had my cell was Kat was checking on something for the maps.
So I freak out, cause I'm going to a sale, then dinner, then I need GAS and groceries and all other things that are helpful for the whole daily life thing.
Sheeeeet.
So Kat is awesome, loaned me some money for the night, and off we went. Awesome dinner, ran Kat over to the station, then hoofed it over to the Labyrinth just in time to see them flip the sign. Fuuuuuuck.
Oh, and just to top it all off? One of the kitties is really really sick. I hate Karma sometimes, what the hell did I do to have fate piss on me this much?!
Bah!
At work now, weekend really didn't improve that much, got purse back the next day, went to the sale only to find out it doesn't apply to the books I wanted, then found out work had short-payed me a few hundred.
All in all? bad weekend.
Birthday is this weekend too, hope whatever god I managed to piss off has calmed down by then, hell.
Meru at 4:00 PM