My ¿Awful/Wonderful? Payday

First of all, I set up an interview for my package at u92 and the recorder at the studio wasn't working so I had to use my equipment. Which I don't mind at all, but I don't think the station likes when you use your own shit. Anyway, that came together fine, but the other people I have contacted for interviews STILL haven't contacted me back and I am supposed to have this done Monday. Fat chance.

I got paid on Friday. I got on the bus to go to KMart. There was one other guy there and he's noteworthy. I noticed he had a College Republicans bracelet on. So...I engaged in conversation with a cute stranger with like-minded ideals. ME! I asked him if he'd been to any meetings, we discussed internships, and then I asked him his name. "Hi, Andrew. I'm Ashley." And we smiled and went back to our music. I was in a great mood.

I went to KMart to blow my money on myself, but the Christmas music trapped me into buying gifts for other people. Everything was dandy. And I was singing and being goofy with myself like a mental patient and I check out. I missed the first bus home by 3 minutes. No big deal, I'll wait an hour, it was my fault. I'm out there singing songs and being silly. I felt good in my heart. I gave a little chubbermuffin a quarter for a gumball or something like that. I even played a claw game with my remaining 50 cents (I should have won, too, I had the claw around the WV plush football!!!!) and everything was A-OK. I see the bus so I gather my bags and try to wave it down. It was the same driver though so I was thinking he'd see me struggling to wave him down and he'd stop. No. He kept on-a goin'. Some Mexican guy drove up and he's like "Hep you get to the boose?" I didn't go with him because I didn't need to turn into a rape victim, too. He just seemed a little too eager to help me.

I have a HUGE TEMPER TANTRUM. All the joy, responsibility, and maturity just went down the shitter. I cried. I screamed extremely loud. I spouted expletives. I went into the store frantic to find a phone. I curled up with the phone at the closed jewelry counter like I was a hostage at a bank robbery and was trying to figure out how to call out. Didn't work. I go back out and sit, I start kicking my cart and just listening to rap music, steaming. Finally, the bus comes back. It's the last bus for the night so I NEED to catch it. He almost doesn't stop AGAIN and this time I'm waving my hand. I start getting on and he says "You need to wave more and make yourself more noticeable." And I know he saw me the first time and I'm behind on work because he wanted to be a dicklet. Oh, yeah and I was starving.

Today, work was pretty shitty, too. I kept getting yelled at because I didn't have stuff in the hot bar, but when I called down no one was responding! And then I felt stupid because they kept checking to see if I was doing my job and then, because I felt dumb, I started second guessing myself and all the confidence I have at work completely drained. I started screwing up things I had done a million times! I wanted to die because I was embarrassed and angry.

Then, I ate dinner with Tatjana. I was supposed to hang out with her, but I had to finish a paper and get some other work done. Now, it's too late! :( It's 3:30!!! And I have to go back to work in less than 6 hours!!! UH-OH!