DOARS- Day 2- The terrible-rotten-no-good-awful-day

Dear Diary,

Well, before I get into details, I'll just say, TODAY STUNK! Now that we have that out of the way, I'll tell you how this terrible-rotten-no-good-awful-day unravelled.

It started innocently, enough. I woke up at 4:58 am, my preferred time to wake up. Had the birds been up at that time, I'm sure they would have been chirping. The weather was warm and inviting and all was calm in Sunset Valley. It was a lovely moment... which of course couldn't last.

First, it was the laundry. Why do I have to do laundry? If I wanted to do laundry I wouldn't have left *name omitted* in the first place! What am I a slave? No matter, it's my own fault, if I could stand a dirty environment I would, but I can't, so I have to be a bit of a clean freak- even though I don't enjoy it.

Then I was off to the gym- let's face it, I needed to. There is no chance in the world that I'm going to become a sports star without a little more athletic training.

Which apparently I had not gotten the hang of yet. Bah Humbug, I hate skinned knees! If I liked skinned knees I would've stayed a child! But did I? No, I'm a grown woman now, and grown women don't skin their knees! Well, apparently they do. *grumble*

Then the not-so-great-day looked up for a moment. I passed Leighton Sekemoto on the way out of the gym. He's one handsome guy, let me tell you. Two problems, though: A) He has a kid and I am not step-mother material; B) He's my boss, and I'm also not one of those girls. So despite the fluttering in my heart when I see him, my head reminds me why I will never make a move on him, and as I smile and wave he totally ignores me, ruining the moment entirely! Not only am I now thinking about why he'll never be a romantic fixture in my life, but I'm also realizing that the sports star I've looked up to since the start of his career is potentially a jerk... and my boss. *grrrr*

I go home in a soured mood, and guess what? Bills! Yup, bills! Seriously now, did I need that on top of everything else? Not really, no. Thank goodness they don't charge too much for this hovel they advertised as a cottage, though, so I have enough money to pay them right away. At least something went right today! *grumble*stupidbills*grumble*

I take one look at the washer and am not impressed. That's the first time I've used that thing and it's already in questionable repair? Great, that's fantastic. Why can't I have anything nice? I guess the simple answer would be because I'm broke. Flat, flat broke. The only consolation now is that as you read this, I'm hopefully filthy rich living in a mansion where my washer works perfectly.

 Speaking of laundry, I had to hang mine on a clothesline. That's not embarrassing. at. all. Nope, no siree. The new kid in town can't even afford a dryer and the rumor has it she's rabid. You know that's the talk I want going around about me.

The day crept by very creepily and despite the rumbling and various offensive noises that my stomach is making, all I have time for is a juice. If I had realized that it was so late that stupid laundry would have been left to mildew in that horrendous machine and I would have gotten myself well fed. There's nothing worse than a terrible- hungry- day. Bleh. At least I'm still excited about work.

 They're not just paying me for my pretty face, you know, they're paying me to advertise. Hogan's House of Fried Food is in league with the sports stadium to advertise food that none of the sports stars would ever eat. That sounds ethical to me, what about you?

 I suppose it was comforting that I got to the stadium at the same time as everyone else I work with, even if I was 5 minutes late.

I worked from 3-9, and to my great relief nothing too horrible happened. Leighton gave me a book that he said should help get me promoted (as my boss, he would know, wouldn't he?) and I decided to stay after work and get that athletic class I talked about, which of course I did not get a discount on, despite being an employee now. *grumble*pennypinchers*grumble*

What brilliant idea did I have after work? Why to visit Cyclon3's of course! Don't ask me why. I think the only good thing that came of it is that I didn't have to talk to this lady all night, because Cyclon3 was in fact at home.

He was home and interested in talking about gardening. For 3 hours. Seriously man? I'm starving and you were spewing out all kinds of personal information the last time we chatted, so you can't even make it up to me and offer to buy me dinner? Men!

By the time I got home it was already past 1 am (technically making this day 3) and I was so exhausted and hungry that I was sure one of those would make me pass out.

They didn't, though, and after making myself a quick bowl of cereal (that I had to eat on the toilet) I stomped off to my room and end what is hopefully the first and last rotten day in SV. I mean, if I wanted rotten days I would have stayed in *name omitted*!

Resentfully,

Lynn Winslow