wren

The bank fucked up my checking account. My paycheck was not deposited - the chick at the drive through must've fucked it up. My account is overdrawn by one hundred dollars. I found this out today at my bank's website. I tried to call their 800 number but they were gone for the day. So instead I sat in front of my computer and cried.

I spend all day at Wal-Mart, being forced to take bullshit from the customers, from the managers. I get really angry and can't do anything about it because I NEED my job. I'm pissed off at my bank and I'm being forced to just sit here and take that, too. Because they won't be there again until Monday.

I have a feeling that very soon I will be arrested for assault.

My webpage is not finished yet. I need a few more days to figure out the shopping cart software that came with my hosting. If you know anything about AgoraCart, please email me! I refuse to pay thirty dollars to join the mailing list. Everything else is ready, though! Lots of pictures to upload.

My dog had a stroke. I was supposed to go home and visit this week, but I have to work until eleven on Tuesday because inventory is coming up, so I can't. I was going to leave Tuesday afternoon since I have Wednesday and Thursday off. We aren't sure if the dog will get better or not - although my mother says she's doing all right at the moment. I'm afraid she's going to die and I won't get to say goodbye. Terriers don't age too badly, but when they start getting really old and clunky, they wind down really quickly. The vet says she is pretty much deaf and blind now.

I've had a hard week. I'm sad and lonely and frustrated. I want to cut off all of my hair. Every night before I take a shower I stare at myself in the mirror and the clippers in the closet start looking better and better. Stupid hair. devilducky's mum is getting married at the end of August and I want to have hair for the wedding, but I HATE MY HAIR SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.

I hate everything. I hate Wal-Mart and the people I work with. I hate that I feel trapped there. I've worked with people who have gotten out. They come back and say "Hey, you're still working at Wal-Mart? Ha ha that sucks." I always tell them, "You know, that's like seeing someone fall into a well, and a few years later you walk by and look into it and say "Wow, you're still in this well? Ha Ha that sucks." I know it sucks! I think about how much it sucks every single day. You don't have to tell me.

I miss my dog and my parents and my brothers. Being a grownup fucking sucks.

This is a really lame update.