Pet Peeve

[This post recevies a special co-title of Epic Fail]

So, for anyone (anyone? anyone?) reading this thing with some regularity, you probably remember my mention of a StyleCareers career fair coming up, yeah? Yeaaah, about that. While I should probably not automatically label it as #epicfail, to say it was frustrating and exhausting is an understatement. Over the course of five hours, I spoke with four (yes, four) companies, and spent 97% of that time standing in line. It was the ultimate clusterfuck, and while there were over a dozen, closer to two dozen, companies there, the lines were insane. You could not figure out what line was for which company, where a line ended, how long the line truly was.

so...fucking...frustrating.

along with my hard drive pretty much dieing on me on saturday - the apple store spent two hours getting it to a point where it works again tonight but no one knows for how long. i just got home and had planned on either having some "chicken" nuggets or mini taco things - frozen decently-healthy goodies i got from Shira when she left NY. guess what's missing from my freezer? yeah, fuck you people. what's even more annoying? i can pretty much assume that the roommates didn't eat them, but threw them out. jennifer and her kitchen clutter pet peeve probably threw it out during one of her cleaning sprees because they may have shown the slightest sign of time in the freezer. oh my god, frost? in the freezer? no!

seriously, fuck. you. my day started out annoying - douche bag on the train couldn't not take up 4 feet of space so i didn't get a seat the whole way to work. then, the day wouldn't go by fast enough, and then two hours at apple. it's perfect that it's going to end with me not eating dinner.

i apologize for the ranty, bitchy, crude post but i'm over this shit. (and pissed/frustrated at the amount of money i'm probably going to have to drop on this computer, along with every other budget/money concern associated with moving.)

A rant caused by me...

So I realize I'm the one that let this happen, but it pisses me off.

I'm tired of being the good daughter, and getting guilt-tripped into stuff by my mom.

So, Saturday I'm working with Phi Psi to raise money by ripping ticket stubs at the football game at NCSU. The game's kickoff is 7:30pm, we have to be at the stadium at 5pm. We won't get out of there till 10:30 or 11pm, if not later.

Sunday, my cousin is having a Christening for his son in Greensboro. It starts at 1, but with my "situation", I'd have to take the 7am Amtrak out of Raleigh, and take the 7pm Amtrak out of Greensboro to get back here to Raleigh around 8:40pm.

So, I find out the kickoff time for the game this weekend, call my mom to talk to her today. She basically gives me the guilt trip "There will be lots of family there you don't normally get to see." and "You can nap on the train and once you get here, it doesn't start till 1." Basically, my mom wants me there, in my opinion, to show me and my weight loss off in all its glory. Which, great, mom, I love you. I love that you support me. But really, I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. about showing off to this "family" that I really don't care that much about.

There's so much social bullshit to the Arabs and Greeks, and I hate being the "good" daughter and doing it. I mean, I've gotten out of a lot of stuff because of school before, but this weekend, I don't actually have massive amounts of work to do. It's just going to suuuuuuuuuuuuuuck because I'm probably going to be up till midnight Saturday and then have to haul ass to get up and get to the train station by 6:30am Sunday morning.

Waaaah. Can someone give me my (non-existant) balls back?