Want to hear about my day?
Too fuckin' bad you're gonna anyways.
Ok so the day started out beautifully. Woke up beside Alex all cuddled up to me (Awww..) Got out of bed at a decent time. Had plenty of time to get ready, made a fucking wicked omelette I ate on a Bagel with Garlic cream cheese. Fucking delicious. Got to work on time, and in an awesome mood.
As soon as I get to work my boss compliments on my timing (i'm almost always 10 minutes late) and then I asked where Angel and Andrew were, and both of them hadn't showed yet. So I call Angel and she just woke up so I told her to get her ass in gear because Andrew was late too, and if she hurried she could get a ride with him. So I get a-workin and an hour later they show up.
Here's where the story gets good. So i'm carrying to 12 cases to the palate to stack, and one of them was fuckin soaked and the bottles started falling out the bottom so I put down the other case and tilted it forward so I didn't break anymore, and they were all half full, so now im COMPLETELY SOAKED from my tits down. Like... looked like i'd just fell face down in a puddle. I keep my cool because i was still in a relatively good mood, and keep working until break. Then I go into the lunchroom and have my snack and show Dave (my boss) my little mis-hap and he goes "Oh, well its not really busy right now so i'll get Keith on till and i'll take you home quick and get you changed, because you're gonna freeze!" (seeing as we basically work outside-- a big fucking cold ass warehouse. So I accept because my shoulder was in pain so i figured i could grab some muscle relaxant to get through the day. Dave drops me off at the top of my driveway because he dosn't have winter tires and my driveway is basically a big icey sheet of death. So I walk down, get changed- call his cell and start walking back. On my way down our stairs outside I fucking slip and fall on my back and knock the wind out of my self, but I tell myself to suck it up and get up and try to hold the tears in. I told Dave that that's #2, and back luck happens in 3's so there was something else just waiting to happen. I get back to work, and Andrew said he'd stack for the rest of the day to give my shoulders a break, so I start sorting coolers, and pull a case of beer down from my palate, and BANG, a fuckin case falls RIGHT on the ball of my ankle. This is where I lost it. I scream "AH, FUCK!!" in more of a hurt way than I usually say it, and start bawling. Angel comes over to see if i'm alright and I just suck it up and keep sorting. This was pretty much the end. I couldn't stop crying for the next hour of the shift, and finally at lunch time Marc told Dave to just send me home.
So I called my dad and told him to take me to Alex's house. So he dropped me off and I went to his appartment and told him my boss sent me home and he goes "for being 3 minutes late this morning?" I laughed and shook my head and told him the story of my shitty day. We both napped for a while and I had a beer and a smoke to calm me down and then fell asleep on his couch and he went to work. Woke up not to long ago and now i'm home.
I'm thinking on saying fuck work tomorrow- I need a fucking day of rest. Or three. So i'm gonna call my boss and tell him I probably won't be into work tomorrow. He told me we'd probably have next friday off, anyways, and if we get behind then i've got no problems working a saturday and he already knows that.
What a fuckin day.