When your day goes from bad, to worse, to absolute shit.
Yesterday was a bad day. I know, I know, everyone is entitled or bound to run into one every once in a blue moon, but seriously, it was bad. I kept trying to think it was going to get better, but by the time I got home, I was about ready to 911 the Reaper. It all started in the morning when I missed my first morning bus by like a second (opted to run after it too and would have made it had the pedestrian light given me the green instead of a red F-U), then by the time I made it to Downtown to catch my second bus, I was already too late. So not only did I become a half an hour late to my volunteer gig, but I was also forced to power walk alongside the Edward Cullen wannabe who thought it was funny to beat me on the first half of the stretch towards the school. Guess who got the last sparkly laugh?
Of course, the bad didn’t end there. As soon as I signed in and arrived to the designated classroom, I found out that the article I was initially commissioned for had been called off because the teacher in charge didn’t realize just how out of his league the entire project was until I emailed him a set of questions. Sucks, but I let it go and sat in while the kids learned how to use and cut with a knife the “right” way, then headed home. But there was no food! And it wasn’t my turn to buy groceries, so I called up my mother to see if she could bring home some food but instead of getting a “maybe” or “okay,” I get my head bitten off because she’s too busy cartin’ around grams. Okay, I get it. She then comes home about an hour later, angrier than Hades himself, stews, and then decides to feed me (us) with some good hole in the wall pho.
We eat our fill, and my mother suddenly comes up with the idea to look for some mooncakes (since we weren’t so lucky the last time). Of course, now having turned into a lethargic grumpy old man, I give her a look she mistakenly takes as a yes. It wasn’t entirely bad though and we ended up visiting the old Chinese bakery we used to frequent before the old owners moved, picking up two mini black sugar mooncakes, and an egg custard. They were surprisingly good, so we decided the next time we were in Chinatown, we’d definitely go back. When we returned home from our minor pig fest, we slept our fat asses off; there was no way we couldn’t. But unfortunately that wasn’t the end of the day seeing as I had my GED classes, so after about an hour of rest, I headed off.
I don’t remember an ounce of anything that was taught those miserable three hours there, only the fact that we have a new girl (who I mistook for a washed up sixteen year old but came to find that she was in fact about twenty or twenty one and legal enough to beat my ass), and that I got a 100 on our writing test. If I could, I’d have given myself a cookie and a half; the whole cookie for then, the half cookie for later.
(Pardon if this post does not make any sense, I can’t seem to get myself together enough to make this readable.)
