Baaaaad

OK. So, yes. My sister needed to go see a psychiatrist in Boston yesterday for an eval, it's part of her security clearance thing--for National Guard. *rolls eyes* She's in Intelligence, which sounds cool but basically means she makes maps. For the National Guard!

Anyway. Her car died in Quincy, which is about...70 mins away. She had my mom with her so they decided to hop on a train. I picked them up in Worcester at 5, drove the back way home cause of traffic on 290, got home after six even though Worcester is only 15 mins away. We went to dinner, got out at eight, Trisha and I came home long enough to change so we could go to Denny's, which is where we all (being my friends) go when we're otherwise bored. Others arrived until there were eleven at our table. We were at Denny's until 2am, being loud and playing MadLibs. Came home. Slept immediately. I have to work today, you know! :)

Anyway, point being. I carried around a disk with songfic on it all evening cause someone was supposed to do the laptop thing, but that was a no go so there was no songfic progress. I'm bringing my disk to work today, though, since we have vet checks that'll likely go from 10-2 and no one will be bopping in and out of my office. There shall be finishment! There shall be less of the suckage!

Kerri goes back to school for a summer class this weekend, will be at school for a month. I shall miss her like mad but it is good--I will finally be able to get some *good sleep* instead of driving all over creation with her to eat bad chain restaurant food. :)

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Oh. My. God. I am totally not wanting to work ever, ever again. This was the worst day of my *life*. I cried three times, and I am not someone who just *cries*. But I guess my boss denied someone a refund--they basically lied through their teeth and told us their dog was *dead* when it *wasn't*--and somehow I was the one they blamed. But they lied! Their dog is fine, they just don't like her! So there were people yelling at me, and questioning my ethics, and making me feel like a bad person when I did nothing wrong and I can't *stand* that. I end up feeling guilty for nothing. It's like, a complex. Tell me I did something wrong loudly enough and I start to *believe* it and apologize and get all upset. And--ugh.

Anyway. Songfic is still not ended, but I did have an hour before all hell broke loose and so it is at least edited and no longer sucks as hard as it did earlier.

I don't think.

I guess the true test will be posting! :)