Friday’s aren’t supposed to suck. A friday that sucks is like getting robbed in a church – there are some things that just aren’t supposed to happen. Okay, i’m being melodramatic, but that’s what you’re expecting from me, right? And actually, some parts of it were pretty good, like where i met John Bender at the airport for some good conversation over a beer. The part where i had a pint of ben & jerry’s for dinner and watched Friends reruns trying to laugh at other people’s problems made me feel ok, too. However, the part where my employer is disorganized and ridiculous, lost my timecard two weeks ago and didn’t see any reason to tell me, and then just didn’t direct deposit my paycheck today. Yeah, that wasn’t very cool. So after chasing it around for a few hours, they gave me a paper check that’s going to take a week to clear and no apology. I printed off this week’s timecard on hot pink paper so hopefully they won’t lose it this time.
The real miracle of the day was that i succeeded in putting it all out of my mind while i spent a couple hours with John. We talked about everything and laughed a lot – i forget how much i enjoy hanging out with him. I really hope i can make it down to LA to visit him sometime soon.
Leaving the airport, tho, the stress of real life came back – starting with the $10 parking bill – and 20 miles and a stress headache later i was at safeway standing in line for a pint of gooey chocolate unhealthy denial and a megamillions lottery ticket. Once again, drowning my frustrations in unlikely odds and indulgent dessert. Because life is too short not to enjoy it, and because i still believe in miracles…