The Worst Day Ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*note: I am at a school computer, and the S key isn't working right. If a word doesn't seem right, imagine an s there somewhere*

This is not a happy story. If you're hoping for an uplifting blog, look elsewhere. However, if you're hoping to laugh at my misfortunes, you've come to the right place. I had an awful day yesterday, and I'm going to share it with you.

It started at work (co-op position mailing out math contests) when my co-worker and I messed up scanning some packages. It was an honest mistake, but it caused some greif. (We thought we had it all fixed at the end of yeterday, but when we got to work today we spent most of the morning continuing to fix it).

Alo, I don't know what it wa about yeterday, but all of my clothe were chapping my skin: pants, bra, hirt, everything. It' jut one of thoe annoying thing that pick at you all day long and break you down slowly until you are mierable. Thank goodne for cocoa butter, although it didn't help all that much.

At lunch I wa going to go to the SLC, but changed my mind, only to realise at 4:30 that I had igned up to help with the Navigators booth for clubs days during lunch hour. Not a big deal becuae there were other people there, but I hate feeling like I've let omeone down.

Then I wa almot late for class, and when I got there I made a bit of ass in front of my prof. Luckily it wa not in front of the entire cla, jut him, but in ome way it' worse. I gue it wan't a big deal, but I aked him omething that didn't make sense, or maybe wan't even in real englih, and he wa like "What??!". Not the impression you want to make.

The guy who iad he'd drive me home (who, by the way, is very attractive . . . but he has a girlfriend . . . of coure . . . but at leat he in't gay lol) ince he live in Guelph wasn't there. And I forgot to call my dad to let me know to come get me on my break. So I had to text meage Jenelle to call my dad to tell him to come get me (thanks again Nelle!), but he wan't home and hi cell phone wa dead. Even when I got out of cla, he wan't anwering. Finally, I managed to reach him but he took 40 minute to get there, and I don't mean to ound ungrateful, I appreciate my dad muchly all he doe for me, but I jut wan't in a waiting mood. All I wanted to do wa watch Grey' Anatomy, eat (drink?) my oup, pack for my retreat and go to bed.

On the drive home, dad hit an oppossum. Thi wa the traw that broke the camel' back. He wa o cute and jut walking along all innocent, and then WHAM! I hope it wan't a mommy. Or a baby. I tried not to cry but I couldn't help it. Yeah, I'm a crybaby, whatever. I don't normally conider myelf to be a huge animal right activit, but that wa horrible.

And, as the crowning glory, I got home to find out that Grey's DID NOT TAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! The VCR told me it wa taping when I got home (I wa taping Grey's and ER), but then . . . no dice. I went through the tape 2 or three times, fast forwarding to My tepmother Is An Alien and Cinderella (the things I wa trying to tape over) numerou times. For week I have been looking forward to new epiodes of shows (jut ak April), and I only follow 2 or 3. And I don't think they replay them at any point.

Let' jut ay I'm glad that one i over.

Cheer to a better weekend, all!
-Amy