Bleah day. . .

[imood mood at time of entry: happy]

Today was a sort of bleah day. Not overly bad at times, and I wanted to cry at others. No, it is not PMS, or some other mood swing business. It was due to events that occurred.

I wrote a haiku while at work though, since I was inspired and all. I love hockey players. . . *wistful sigh* It may not make much sense to anyone else, but I liked it.

Yay!!!

Most of today was pretty frustrating, but I did get to have a good time for a few hours. I had to go to a training session on how to serve/etc. for Monday’s (February 7, 2005) big event. Afterward, I went out riding with some of the girls from work. We drove to McDonald’s, and then to the gas station. Since we had so much time left over, the woman who owned the car drove to someone’s apartment and bought a weed cigar to smoke.

She then drove to her apartment so that she and another woman could smoke it. I was already having a hard time breathing from all of the cigarettes being smoked in the small space of the car. I could not breathe, and I had to take a Bayer for my constricting chest. Gosh.

Even after all of that driving around, we still had time left over before we had to go to work. We sort of stood around and chatted with everyone else. Me, the girl who drove the car, and the other cigar smoking woman all went to relieve ourselves in the restroom. We talked about the fifth woman who invited herself on our little jaunt.

I end up having to pay for gas because she up and invited herself. No one asked her to come, and I ended up sqished, and unable to breathe because she invited herself along. Not to mention that she is never quiet. It is one thing when we are sort of close, and we are babbling along together. It is another situation entirely when you invite yourself, and begin talking to people who are not responsive.

I did not exactly like her very much to begin with. I don’t hate her, I simply do not see myself seeking out her company all of the time. I guess that I know how annoying I can be by observing this particular motor-mouthed woman.

*sigh*

I suppose that I will surf around for a bit, answer any email in my Inbox, and then go to sleep. I have to get up for 9:30 A.M. to go to work for 12:30 P.M. The buses run terribly on regular “schedules” (Parathesis are used due to there truly being no point in the ‘schedules’. The drivers show up when they feel like it, and they sometimes have attitudes to boot.), so the Sunday schedule is going to be hell.

I just hope that my next shift goes better as far as count and inventory. The inventory was off, and I might be in trouble. I probably will be fired soon, or perhaps a bit later. I need to go look for another job. *minute huffs/sighs* I am so tired and hope is scarce at this very moment. I need sleep.

Danielle