swear if you must...
Boy, I had the afternoon from hell. The morning was alright. But the afternoon, not so much. It wasn't gawdawful...but it reminded me how
technology has it's flaw. I was sent an inventory sheet that I have been waiting a week for. It overjoyed me. However, the way the person who
conducted the inventory does not set it in a format that is to my liking. And they love Comic Sans and I hate anything that isn't Arial. Anyway,
I use the "vlookup" function (not explaining it)...and for some reason, the new inventory sheet did not add up to the same amount as the old inventory
sheet. Tell me how that makes sense. I'm batting my brains out...printing out the damn thing and manually adding up 300-some numbers...still not
getting an answer. Then the creator randomly e-mails from his home address (as he lives in Germany and therefore he was at home for the night), and notes
that he is sorry, but he noticed that some of the numbers in the inventory sheet were inputed as text and some as numbers, therefore throwing the total off.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Then I wrote this intensely long e-mail to Hong Kong about ordering something...like if such and such happens, do this, but if this happens,
do this. Then after I sent the e-mail, I realized I took care of all of that YESTERDAY. HELLO. Am I stupid? Or just so smart that I work ahead of myself and can't
keep up?
This morning...had it's downs, too. But they didn't totally bum me out. When I woke up this morning, my brain kept saying, "Don't eat McDonald's. Don't. Just don't."
But I did anyway and had THE worst hotcakes ever. Then I went to go fill up my gas tank. It was one of the gas stations where you choose your payment option. I press
"pay outside credit" and there's a beep...and nothing happens. I press a million buttons, nothing happens. I had to move my car to another pump. RIDICULOUS.
One good thing, though. I really noticed my hair was getting long and scraggily...so I decided to call the hair salon and see if my stylist had any openings...hopefully
something on Saturday. Turns out she had an opening at 7. What is up on that? When you kinda don't care when you get your hair cut, you can get in right away...yet when you
want your hair cut immediately...you can't get in for like a week. That's the crazy way this world works.
So tomorrow is Friday. This week seemed like it was going by painstakingly slow, but at the same time, I was feeling the, "Well at least it's already Tuesday." And shit, before
you know it, the week is done. I need to plan something. I need to go somewhere. Which usually points fingers at Chicago because it's the easiest weekend trip in the world.
Alright. I need to get my shit in gear...gonna watch Dawn of the Dead with my daddy in a few.
