Well the day finally happened where my life in general is shot and I'm left with nothing but the holes. There was a slightly sunny aspect to this however and that was my 'date' on Friday night with Jaime. We went to the movies and it was great - we learned quite a bit about each other and before I knew it I briefly leaned my head on his shoulder. It just happened and before I knew it we where driving home and we held hands. Maybe Jaime and I are more now? But anyway the movie itself was amazing! Everything I love about the Simpsons and more wrapped up into a movie. How much better could it get?

But of course there were numerous downsides - I had a headache earlier in the day and took tylenol which got rid of it but left me very drowsy. I felt horrible but tried not to let it show. I then realized I pulled a muscle in the area of my stomach and it was bothering me so once again, I took tylenol which left my not only gorggy but sick. Add anxiety to the mix and I was a mess but that all went away once I got home and got to the movie with Jaime. It did however kick in later that night one the drive home. 

The happiness I felt after the movie was soon dissapated when I went to turn on my laptop and it would not work - it remain on a screen with a cryptic message about an ethernet cable. Not only that, there was a loud clicking sound coming from my laptop which made me want to run for cover, since I was certain it would explode and set the house itself on fire. This obviously irratated me and I looked for the warrenty which I learned expired back in April of this year. Meaning that I may have to look for a new laptop should Igor, Dad's technician, not be able to fix it. As much as that laptop infuriated me, I came to love it. In fact I'm still having a hard time beliving it might not be replacable and that I might have to settle for something else. Not only that but there's a posisbility that I might have lost all of my information and programs. 

If that wasn't enough of a kick in the mouth, I found out my schedule and learned that not only would I have to work apart of the long weekend, I had two night shifts back-to-back. I was fine with it until Sunday when I had waited for almost half-an-hour as customers kept coming in even after our store was closed. 

My demenor turned sour and Steven, one of the sales guys from appliances, came to the office to talk about his ugly silver shoes and how he wanted a pair of golden ones that were expensive. I was nice enough to listen as long as I did and just smiled and then turned away and didn't bother listening to the rest. I was annoyed, and beyond tired and still sore in my stomach area. He then had the guts to call me obnoxious and left. That's right folks - he had the guts to call me obnoxious just because I didn't want to listen to a story about his shoes. Will he get away with this? I don't fucking think so. I plan to immediatly go to a Tam and Clint about this. Tam was right there when he said that and it was clearly out of line. I've never been rude to him - not once and he calls me obnoxious?