Friday, was a totally crappy day. I received word from my sister who has been kind enough to give me a ride to work every morning, that I would most likely be late for work. I would have taken the bus however, it had just departed ten minutes prior and would not depart for another hour and it averages a
forty-five minute ride so instead I waited - besides it was the first rainy day we have had in awhile. Quite depressing after a couple of weeks of pure sunshine from approximately 5am
until 11pm
every night.
Fortunately, I was not late so I am assuming neither my sister. However, the manager I had alerted that I might be late was about 15 minutes. Between the rain and having only four hours sleep the night before I felt like total crap. So I bought a grey t-shirt from my work (a wonderful company) and felt unhappy in my grey shirt and frizzled ponytail. I'm fat I thought, Oh well.. I am to lazy to do anything about it. So instead of crying, I worked. One of the highlights of my day, thank God I love my job and I guess I love my job is because my customers and employer loves me. It's a win win situation, however I am getting off topic - I am trying to sound irritated or grouchy not upbeat and happy. *Note - My mood is mostly happy these days.
Anyway, I was sweating and I wasn't hot. My nose was running and all of my make up was coming off. I had a long day considering most of it was spent with one customer. A really friendly customer which I probably shouldn't complain about had two kids with her which she couldn't contain. Normally, that's no problem but one child kept running in and out and so did she. So I was bouncing around trying to help other customers that walked in and greeting new ones within ten seconds, trying to entertain the children and helping her. It was a dedicated effort. All I could say after finally being done was "two hours." Now, I must state I have been out of my anxiety medication and the children had been trying. Previously cute had turned into sliding on the ground like a "snake" trying to grab my leg and screaming. I started having a panic attack with the question
whether I could ever be a mother again pounding in my head. Two hours.
Finally, shaking, sweating, nose running I was off work and on my way to having the weekend off a wonderful perk I receive for being the #1 customer service associate and walk to the bus station. Once there, I see that I need change and with the other eye I see the bus is parked at it's stop and then.. I see it leaving two minutes early. Two minutes. Early. Fudge it! I think and decide to buy a hot dog. The conveinent store inside the station is full and I manuever my way around to the hot dogs and find no plates or buns. So I ask the old man who could possibly be homeless or just really dirty where he got his plate. It had ketchup on it so I assumed it was the plate that the tongs set on. I stood there and notioned to the woman who owns the shop that I want a plate and buns. She delivers and as I start to make my hot dog, a lady walks up with a service dog who is not on a leash and he sticks his face far to close to food area for me. She decides to buy the dog a hot dog - how wrong. Anyway, as I move towards the cash register she is in front of me and takes up the whole counter area with her dog and her spiral binder as she wants a reciept and the owner is calling for me to pay her for the hot dog and postcards. Hands full and with no counter space this is hard to comply with. It is severly pissing me off that she is doing paperwork with her dog in an area the size of a ladies restroom. The hot dog stress is nearly over when I walk to a bench where one seat is open and then someone steps in front of me sits in it. So, I walk to the next and the same happens. Finally a seat opens and I sit next to a large older man and begin to eat my hot dog, when he starts to watch very carefully. How gross. Then another old man moves to the bench and I scoot over. Which was a true mistake. He leans in about in inch away from me and attempts to look down my round neck grey t-shirt (yes this is all in the same day) at which point I say "You better f*ckin watch yourself." He tries it again and I am ready smack him with my paper plate and evidently I was scooting to much into the hot dog eating voyeurist so he gets up and leaves. Thank goodness, I get some space and as I scoot over the other 6'2 perv gets up to leave since he can't try to grab my leg anymore or look down my top. I glance over to scoff and express my relief of his departure and that's when I see it! HIS ASS! His ENTIRE ASS! How disgusting, by now I feel completely molested by the days events. And then, my bus arrives.
The bus ride is quick and my new yoga pants have dried. Oh, I forgot to mention that I had bought new yoga pants as well and that they run long. So, it's a rainy day and I am wearing long yoga pants and flip flops through the wet and muddy streets of Anchorage from the mall to the bus station and from my stop to home, through huge lakes in parking lots with the pants flipping in and out of my flip flops with wet dirt flapping on my feet and legs all the way home. Tired and wet I stop into Joe's work to pick up our apartment key and to complain about how horrible my day was. I sit on a sofa for sale for awhile in wait to see him and after awhile decide to walk around, so I stand up and place my bag with my old clothes in it on a counter. I adjust my jacket and look back where I see a customer take his fingers and pull open my bag as he peeks in. I snatch the bag from him so abrupltly I am surprised I didn't snatch his bag from him too. He apologizes but this doesn't alieve my anger. Finally, I see my hubby and find out he is in the middle of a horrible day so I am stuck unable to complain about my horrible day in fear of making his horrible day even more horrible. Now, I am sure no one has read this far so I am just going to have to get over it ;o)
