All was well in the world of Ms. Sanchez until I got to my car, which was parked in FREE parking, and I find a lovely 20 dollar ticket on my windshield. I walk a solid 7 minutes every single day from the back of this massive parking lot to get a 20 dollar ticket? You've got to be fucking kidding.
Okay. So what? It's only 20 bucks and I've got an interview for one of my dream jobs in an hour. I rush home and find bingo has gotten into my room and my knitted chucky infinity scarf on the ground.. Luckily it's still in one piece and smells like Raulph Lauren. I hurry and get ready and show up at my interview 5 minutes early. Score. It seems to be going really well actually, then he asks me about how much longer I'm going to be down here to which I answer a solid 7 months. Curtis looks at me and smiles then proceeds to tell me that he's looking for someone long term. A year at least. But since he liked my work experience, he's going keep me on the call list to come cater with them when something pops up. Um, well thanks I guess.
One of my dream jobs (working at a flower shop is my other) just slipped through my fingers because I've never done client consulting. Off to the current job right? Well wrong. I drove here and took a wrong turn on puropse, I talked myself into turning around and then at the last second I drove into the gas station parking lot where I spent a solid 5 minutes pondering the life long question that is blue or purple Gatorade. When I was finally able to come here, I worked a steady 3.5 hours, found an account that hasn't been accounted for on my revenue, got only 3 refusals and now I kill time.
It seems like things would be looking up right about now right?
Wrong. Some time while talking to the boy he mentions something about a package arriving to my house. Nothing has shown up and since packages usually show up at your door, I let him know that nothing at all has shown up. But that if USPS delivered, it might be in my mailbox. With it not being my house and me having my two bills that I expect, there is nothing that attracts my interests for the next month. So I don't bother to check it. Ah but alas, it's my fault that this surprise about this mystery package is ruined because I don't check the mail like regular people do. It's my fault and I ruin surprises and happiness. And honestly, this is stupid. I didn't even know about a surprise, the boy told me. I just don't feel like there's anything for me to apologize for. But this is such a dumb reason to be so upset over. Especially when his intentions were nothing but sweet.
And now, due to the fact I have no friends in this damn state, I turn to my only source to vent. My blog. How pathetic is that? I have no one to brush my limp hair out of my face and tell me it's okay, shitty days happen to everyone and that there's no reason to check a mailbox when a. It's not yours and b. Everything you're expecting is here.. I've honestly never felt so alone. I've never not had at least one person near. The boy is constantly trying to keep dying friendships from my highschool days alive but the fact of the matter is that there is no one here that I want to be friends with. And it kills me that my clean slate is 7 months away from. Oh how I crave a fresh start with new people. Let's hope my Hawaiian get-a-way to visit one of the few people that have literally been through it all with me and still is my best friend, will tie me over until August. March, please hurry the hell up.
