Today totally sucked. It sucked donkey dongs, as we used to say in middle school.
This morning I wake to find the water pressure in my apartment, always low, has finally given up the ghost. I can't brush my teeth or even my wash hands. Guh ross
(also as we used to say in middle school)
Landlord says plumber needs to be summoned. I'm scared. I see visions of sheetrock.
As I'm leaving for work, the ancient doorknob to my front door breaks off, just as I'm leaving for work. Can't lock door.
I get to work, and am confronted by two new transfer students, one transferring in her senior year.
In mid-freaking-February. (WTF!)
Putting things into more perspective, another is transferring from Haiti, a family of refugees. The poor girl is a bit traumatized...and can barely speak English. My French is um....mediocre at best. We'll see.
7:10, my computer in class begins to make a painful screeching noise, rather like the AC did before it blew up, and I was without air or heat for a year.
I summon our "tech person" (ha!), who shows up promptly 4 hours after it's stopped screeching.
While there, she decides that she's going to take away my other printer to give to someone else. That'll teach me to ask for help. Ha, ink's out! Suckah!
Lunch taken up with a student who decides to unburden her 16 year old "love" problems on me....again. I don't want to hear it....but I do.
On the way home, the massive city wide road re-destruction project....in which every major artery of the city is cordoned off, so that the sinking sewer system can be repaired and this podunk town's already near gravel/mud streets can be further degraded....detours me three times, then a three block long film shoot detours me once more....only to find myself facing the headlights of yet another mardi gras parade...on a Wednesday at 5 pm.
A normally 25 minute trip has now taken a full hour and a half's worth of detours and traffic.
Anyway, now, if you'll excuse me, I'll try to get myself a sponge bath and go to bed.
17 comments:
poor baby. sorry honey. that totally blows in so many ways.
Oh honey, so sorry. I feel your pain. And that screeching noise? I heard it just before my furnace died. You hear that, you know bad shit's comin' down. I'd tell you to come on up to PA but, well, sucks up here too. Let's go somewhere else and get drunk!
thanks, ya'll.
Oh, sweetie. I feel your pain. We've all had those days where absolutely nothing goes right. Tomorrow will be better, you'll see.
But, really, I'm not all that convinced that sucking donkey dongs is a bad thing.
Sorry honey I hope this isn't contagious. I've already had a bad morning and just heard the news that Alexander McQueen is dead.
Cheer up and oh by the way it looks like New Orleans may get a blizzard.
I hope today is better!!
Poor thing! That's a lot of suckage for one day!
Yikes. I'm so glad I'm reading this the day after and that all that bad shit is over, just like TJB said. I'm sending so many good vibes your way.
Perhaps you could catch some of the blizzard in a bowl for tonight's sponge bath.
Yeah, it's horrible about poor McQueen.
oof.
Aaw, Miss J HATES a sucky day. Hope tomorrow is better.
Glad you made it home. And to the chateau!
XOXOX
You have my empathy & sympathy... my day was similar to yours, but more trouble work related. I still have water pressure & a lock on my front door. You have alsmost made it to the weekend. Treat yourself extra nice.
I sounds horrible, but your such a great story teller, it made me chuckle too...sponge bath! I'm having plumbing problems too and was told that they have to rip a massive hole in the sheetrock. I feel your pain.
Stop your bitching. You have been tagged:
http://nopoboho.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-either-got-it-or-you-aint-i-got-it.html
But darling, it's MARDI GRAS. You're in New Orleans. Love is in the air, as are men's legs. Ggirlgo.
Wow. And people wonder how a tri-state killing spree starts.
Hope the weekend is better!
Awww Jason, it all comes crashing down at once, doesn't it?
-Dean
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