Exhaustion

I am HOOOOOME. And SO f'n tired. I embarked on my 1st journey to Winston Salem at 11:00pm wednesday night. Everything was fine up til the very end when I somehow made a wrong turn off an exit and got SOOOO crazy lost. Or so I thought. By the straight grace of God, I was on a street Rob knew and he helped me get home. But not before I found a gas station and asked the attendant what street I was on. LOL. But I found my way. Rob and I hung out and tried to go to bed around 3:30am.....I didn't end out falling asleep til 6:30am. WHYYYY, you ask? 1.) b/c I need noise to sleep. and not just ANY noise. Non-distracting noise. So a tv or radio will NOT work. I usually sleep with a fan and humidifier on. And needless to say, Rob had no fan or humidifier. We tried to turn on the bathroom fan but it somehow was making these noises that sounded like a thumping bass in a car stereo. It was weird. And distracting. lol. 2.) Rob was snoring. Another distracting noise. 3.) I left my stuffed rabbit at home. I am going to be 26 in 2 days...and I still sleep with a stuffed rabbit my nana made me when I was probably 2 or 3. I didn't realize I couldn't sleep without him....but apparently I can't. So yea, I fell asleep at 6:30am, we woke up at noon and headed out to walmart b/c we're dummies who can NEVER remember to get everything we need BEFORE Thanksgiving. Ugh. We got home and got our cook/clean/football watch on (even though all the games sucked and watching Nickelback perform pissed me ALL the way off). After dinner, we watched a sea turtle documentary which contained turtle porn. Then I think Rob went and played Skyrim while I popped some pain pills and tried to sleep. We woke up this morning, I got ready, drove to Rob's mall to give him his house key (and DIDN'T GET LOST! YES!) and drove home. And got to work an hour early. lol. Ah well, better early than late. I had a good day with Rob, I'm just bummed that I'm now back at home alone. I mean...I missed the cats while I was gone. But now that I'm home I'm like UGH. Cats. More chores. lol.

I had an incident before I left for Winston that REALLY shook me to the core. I was at work and this woman just had a shitty frustrated look on her face so I tried to help her. She straight told me "UGH just....nevermind." like I was some kinda dummy. My associate rang her out and sent her on her way, and I asked my associate if the customer was a bitch to her, too. And my associate says "No, but she sure had a lot of shit to say about you!"....so I retrace my steps. Was I rude? Did I not try to help her in a timely manner? What the hell? I was then informed that she essentially said I was disgusting, how did I expect to be taken seriously with all my tattoos and piercings, when her daughter worked for the company people had to look presentable....bitch went OFFFFF. And my associate informed her that I was the assistant manager, and she said "well I guess I can't say anything else then, can I?". No, you sure the fuck can't, and you shouldn't have said shit to begin with. I was SO hurt I kinda felt like crying. Bitch, did I not try to help you? I saw you were struggling and tried to HELP you, and you treat me like dog shit b/c you don't like how I look? REALLY?! It was just a little mind boggling. But I'm glad I tried to help her and didn't treat her some kinda way....that would have made her feel justified in hating me, I'm sure. But I am NOT that person that "gets off" on the haters. I don't ENJOY people disliking me. And it just really upset me that, to be sure, this chick was gonna go home and tell her family about the horrible pierced and tattooed ragamuffin she saw at BBW. Ugh. Whatever.

I think my appendix just exploded. I'm going to put my clothes in the dryer and go to bed....hopefully get a good night sleep surrounded by fans and stuffed rabbits and cats.