I promise I did have something better than this planned…

I suppose not every day is supposed to be a good one. But it still completely knocks the wind out of you when a day can go so badly.

Now this is all going to sound like a lot of whinging and whining and woe is me but I need to hold myself accountable and stick to writing something every week so I guess this is it. I did have something deep and more thoughtful (perhaps, I don’t know if people actually think about the stuff I bring up,) but it required a bit more time to get it to where I wanted it to be and to be honest right now, my brain is slop and I genuinely cannot be arsed.

I had a really nice and enjoyable day on Wednesday so, naturally the universe had to balance itself and thus sent me the absolute steaming, honking pile of shit day that was Thursday. Dragged myself out of bed, with a head that felt like it could explode at any given moment- I’ve been having these really bad headaches recently- and looked at my emails to see that, Yippie! My parcel has been delivered, to a block of flats down the road. My home address on the parcel by the way, very much not a block of flats, make that one make sense. Pulled on some clothes and ran over to see if it was still there, but of course why would it be? Why would anyone just leave a parcel that very obviously isn’t theirs. Hung around outside for a bit until someone left and snuck in to see if someone had just moved it inside. Nope! To the little scruff who decided to take it, I hope you enjoy your new Japanese style stationary, stickers and post-its. You genuinely suck!

Obviously the next logical step was to post about it on the local Facebook group, which essentially became a hate page for our local Evri couriers. Oopsie!

Because I’m kind of a loser, I still can’t drive and my driving lesson consisted of trying to do a park in a parking bay, which I still haven’t mastered somehow. Oh how I love spending 40 quid for an hour of humiliation.

As if the day couldn’t get any worse, obviously I had to go to work at my minimum wage, majorly understaffed job. In which I am constantly victimised by the staffing rota and end up completely on my own behind a bar for four hours of my day. Currently, to make more money we have this promotion where food and drink is half price, so naturally more people turn up and obviously my oh-so forgetful manager forgot that this promotion was on and decided to put the least amount of staff on the shift as possible. Splendid! Add in a group of rowdy twenty-something year old men who are just coming in to mess about and you have the perfect recipe for a meltdown in the walk-in. Oh wait! You can’t even allow yourself that because you are completely alone and there is non one to cover for you, so you genuinely just start to have a generational crash out in front of customer all while aforementioned group of men start shouting, smashing up the bar area and squaring up to your older female manager. But hey, welcome to the real world I guess.

Once again, I apologise for the lack of insightful musings and how low quality this week’s instalment is but perhaps you can find some amusement in my misery. We will resume with our scheduled, thought out posts next week. Love you all and stay safe out there!