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amityville_sweetheart) wrote2005-04-13 02:23 am
amityville_sweetheart) wrote2005-04-13 02:23 am
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People are _stupid_.
You know what kind of day I've had? A bad one.
First, the metro machine short-changes me by about five dollars-- my last. This means I have to go to the ATM machine when I'm already late for work as it is, because I have to have coffee in the morning. I hate being snarky, because my job entails me being super happy all the time, especially in front of the customers.
The only ATM around is at a not-so-happy stop, and the next train I need is ready to go once I arrive. However, I need coffee. So I zoom over to the ATM, which takes a $2.75 fee. Oy. But, all is well, for the most part. At least until I'm fiddling around in my bag to put my card back, and some little punk comes running up and grabs the $20 I just got right out of my hand.
Of course we can't have that, so as I'm running after him and yelling my head off, I don't even notice I'm inadvertantly using my magic.
He runs right out into the street, and WHAM! Car. It was only going about 15 miles per hour, considering it was the street leading into the station, thank the stars. I think they said he'd broken his leg, so he was very lucky.
That little punk is so lucky I'm a good samaritan. I stayed with him until the ambulance came, and didn't file a report with the police. Maybe the little hoodlum will learn a lesson in mercy and never do something that stupid again. I didn't want to see him get hurt, obviously, but... ah, he learned a lesson, I hope.
I got to work almost two hours late. Work seemed okay, even though my boss Janice was very quiet. Lunch was very strange. I met this guy named Caleb, who is apparently magical. He sensed my 'power' or something... it was strange, let's just leave it at that.
I get back to work late from my lunch, and Janice pulls me aside-- and fires me. She says I've been acting very strangely recently, and all this stupid excuses about cut backs from the city, and me not having the customer-friendly attitude I used to have.
I wanted to argue with her, but what do I say? 'I'm lonely and tired and depressed and life sucks, not to mention my magic has been acting up'? Right.
Now that I've finished off the last and only bottle of alcohol in the apartment, I'm going to go find some place to drink. Maybe I'll meet someone. Heh.
First, the metro machine short-changes me by about five dollars-- my last. This means I have to go to the ATM machine when I'm already late for work as it is, because I have to have coffee in the morning. I hate being snarky, because my job entails me being super happy all the time, especially in front of the customers.
The only ATM around is at a not-so-happy stop, and the next train I need is ready to go once I arrive. However, I need coffee. So I zoom over to the ATM, which takes a $2.75 fee. Oy. But, all is well, for the most part. At least until I'm fiddling around in my bag to put my card back, and some little punk comes running up and grabs the $20 I just got right out of my hand.
Of course we can't have that, so as I'm running after him and yelling my head off, I don't even notice I'm inadvertantly using my magic.
He runs right out into the street, and WHAM! Car. It was only going about 15 miles per hour, considering it was the street leading into the station, thank the stars. I think they said he'd broken his leg, so he was very lucky.
That little punk is so lucky I'm a good samaritan. I stayed with him until the ambulance came, and didn't file a report with the police. Maybe the little hoodlum will learn a lesson in mercy and never do something that stupid again. I didn't want to see him get hurt, obviously, but... ah, he learned a lesson, I hope.
I got to work almost two hours late. Work seemed okay, even though my boss Janice was very quiet. Lunch was very strange. I met this guy named Caleb, who is apparently magical. He sensed my 'power' or something... it was strange, let's just leave it at that.
I get back to work late from my lunch, and Janice pulls me aside-- and fires me. She says I've been acting very strangely recently, and all this stupid excuses about cut backs from the city, and me not having the customer-friendly attitude I used to have.
I wanted to argue with her, but what do I say? 'I'm lonely and tired and depressed and life sucks, not to mention my magic has been acting up'? Right.
Now that I've finished off the last and only bottle of alcohol in the apartment, I'm going to go find some place to drink. Maybe I'll meet someone. Heh.