Friday, February 02, 2007
7:43 a.m.

Just to bring everyone up to date: I was moving to Santa Cruz in early March, and my last day of work would have been today. But reality and common sense finally punched me in the face and I realized that a) I will be poor; b) I will miss MOST of my coworkers and all of my friends; c) I only need a month off to complete my college applications, and then I can turn down the neuroses to their normal state at 4.5 (it’s about 7.9 right now).

Yesterday was a long, crazy, arduous, hectic day. I worked until almost 7:00pm (like 9.5 hours) to prepare specs that needed to be out. It is amazing how long it takes to make 10 fucking copies. It didn’t help that people cockblocked my copy job like five times. When I finally finished all the copies and packaged everything up, I was hungry and tired, relieved to go home. I made it to the overnight drop box by 6:55, and the deadline was 7:00. I cheerfully dropped both packages into the box. Along with my keys. I always worry about doing this and I finally did it! My arm is not long enough to reach into the box and retrieve them, and apparently yelling “FUUUUUCK” a few times doesn’t help either. I called the number on the box and told the operator, “Hi. I’m retarded and dropped my keys in your box. Is there an easy way to get them?” Naturally I had to wait for the delivery guy, who wouldn’t be there till at least 7:30. My long, crazy, arduous, hectic day just got LONGER. Thank god I am an obsessive-compulsive lunatic and always open my window whenever I park my car illegally (the doors lock automatically). I would have been sitting on the curb, sans cell phone, waiting, alone and bored. And freezing. Luckily Brian came over around 7:15 and saved me from loneliness, so we waited till 7:45 when the guy FINALLY showed. “Hi, I’m the idiot,” I said. My keys were WAY at the bottom. Even if my long-ass monkey arms were longer, I still wouldn’t have reached my keys. Just a sidenote: the pickup time is 7:00pm. Now that I know they totally lag, I will have a little more license to be late with my packages in the future. This is both comforting and infuriating.

I don’t know why I do these things to make longer days for myself. Seriously. I think my own negative energy fights itself. That’s all for now. I’m too tired to be angry about it. I am an impulsive idiot sometimes. That’s all I can say about this.