becca_____

This weekend sucked. I worked way too much. Next weekend will be worse.

It wasn't just all the many hours of work, it was that it sucked so much worse than usual. Other people kept showing up late, which fucked me over. Customers sucked. This one guy sent his soda back four fucking times, before deciding that apparently they were fine, his taste buds were just off that night. It took him four sodas to figure that out, then he finally just had a beer. Another woman sent back her food because it wasn't what she had ordered, when in fact I had repeated it back to her and she had said yes, that was what she wanted. I'm generally very eager to believe that I'm at fault in pretty much any situation, so in the one in a million instance when I'm positive I'm right, I'm fucking right. And I really hate apologizing for things I didn't do wrong.

I'm almost totally not sick anymore.

Almost every couple I know is either breaking up or moving in together. It's freaky.

I'm so behind on so many things I should be doing. It's not good.

Tomorrow I'm supposed to meet the guy I hit and find out how much it will cost me. The first place said $800, so I'm hoping for something a lot lower. I personally think something under $200 sounds fair, so we'll see if the bodyshop agrees with me.

My sister is getting married! (That's not new, I'm just excited, and I figured I should put something happy in here).

Bleh. Maybe tomorrow I'll be really productive and therefore more optomistic. Especially if I actually get enough sleep for once.

This journal was really annoying and whiney. It's weird because I'm actually pretty happy, I just am only thinking of the bad things at the moment.