Went to see Cabin in the Woods last night with a couple friends. It was great! I got home late, though, and I was so tired, I forgot to set my alarm. That's okay, though, because a couple of helpful dudes decided to start chopping down trees with a chainsaw right behind my house at 6 am! Then, in the shower, I got soap in both of my eyes while washing my face.
After that, it was time for breakfast, when I somehow managed to cut my thumb with a butter knife.
I left the house, and stopped at the gas station to fill up my tank, but both the card reader at the pump and the one at the register inside rejected my card. Luckily, the atm took my card, and charged me an extra $3.50 fee.
After I got back on the road, I noticed my hair looked kind of weird. I touched my head, and realized while I was in pain from getting soap in my eyes, I forgot to wash the conditioner out of my hair. I managed to salvage that somewhat by just waiting till it dried, and mussing it up, but STILL.
Then, I realized I had forgotten to bring coffee with me. Every morning, I grind coffee to take to work with me, because the coffee at work is
terrible, as all work coffee should be. So I figured I could stop at a Starbucks and just grab a half pound of ground coffee. Little did I know, however, that I had chosen the Starbucks where the
dumbest barista in the world worked. I approached the counter, and after regarding me for a few moments, he asked if he could help me. I asked if they sold ground coffee, and he gave me a deer in the headlights look for a good 15 seconds before answering that yeah, he thought so. He then bolted to the backroom for a second(?), then came back out around the counter, led me to the display of whole bean coffee, and helpfully informed me that they had light, medium, and dark roast coffees. I said I'd take a half pound of Caffe Verona, a dark roast. He started going for the medium, and I corrected him. He reached for the French roast, and I corrected him again. He then reached for the Italian roast, which was on the other side of the Caffe Verona, but with my coaching, he finally managed to grab the right one.
It was at this point that the manager finally appeared, and after ascertaining the situation, informed me that they didn't sell ground coffee by the half pound, only the pound. At that point, I just decided it wasn't worth the trouble, thanked them, and left, sans coffee.
Finally getting to work, I started on my main task for the day: finishing up a document I'd spent the last week and a half putting together and chasing down signatures for. I sent it over to QA, only to be told that they wanted a minor change made to it. Even though this change literally consists of checking a box YES instead of NO, I now have to go back and get every single one of those signatures all over again.
Oh, and I believe I've mentioned my car before, yes? Just in case I haven't: when I came out here from Illinois, I couldn't bring my car, as it needed about $1800+ of repairs in order to make the trip. My ex was originally going to buy the car from me once it was fixed, but when that fell through, she agreed to pick the car up from the shop and keep it at her place until I could go back and get it. She went to pick it up on Saturday, but it had been sitting so long, the battery was dead! That's another $140 worth of work! So they put the battery in, and she was supposed to pick it up on Sunday. Sunday came and went, and I didn't hear anything from her. Then Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, until today, when she finally texted me to say that her mom, whom she lives with(she's 34, btw), had told her she shouldn't help me with my car. So I got to call my parents and ask them to make the hour and a half trip from their house to pick up my car and take it back to their place. Luckily, my parents are cool, and they said no problem. In hindsight, I probably should have just asked them from the beginning.
TL;DR: Ted and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
There were a couple of bright spots, though: I found a good, local coffee place that's about a mile from my job, and I'm pretty sure one of the administrative assistants was flirting with me.
