stained saturday

Saturdays are supposed to be the best day out of the week. Saturday usually means I've just gotten over a whole week of work and I still have Sunday to look forward to. Saturdays mean sleeping in late, relaxing, little concentration required.

Not today.

Today started horribly wrong. My roommate woke me up at 8am, half asleep herself, asking me if I had parked in someone elses space. I replied I did (the space is empty, former tenant moved out), and she told me I'd better call the manager b/c the manager was quite angry. Expected. But why didn't the manager call me!?

Thing is - my younger cousin stayed over last night, and I thought it would be safer for her to leave her car in a parked area rather than the street. But in my defense, I was responsible! I left a clear and visible note on the car with my name, phone number and apartment number. Still, my ridciular landlady called my roommate! [My landlady's attachment to A is another story worth mentioning next time.] The lady is a creepy nut case! Why wouldn't she call the number I provided, and why didn't she ask me to move the car!?

Instead, the lady shit talked about me to my roommate and when I apologized, she made up an elaborate story about why she didn't call the number.

I hate the lady.

Good news is, I'm going to confession today for the first time in...oh, I'd say close to 10 years. Bad news is, I'm not that sorry for what I did, and I sure as hell ain't sorry for disliking the crazy coot.

Next - I find out the gifts I ordered for little Lucie won't come on time "due to bad weather." It's stinkin' 70 - 75 degrees outside in crappy OC. Everyone else is having a normal cold winter except us. Figures. Now the little tike won't have any presents to open on her baptism day.

I got a little scolded in tutoring training today. Yes, I've decided to tutor kids in an afterschool program for slow readers. I'm actually very excited about it. While I was in training, I decided to jot notes in my provided binder. I was made into an example - the trainer said I can't write on the papers and told everyone else not to be like stella.

So, I ask, what else can my favorite day of the week bring. I'm a little scared to step outside now, in fear of another shit bomb. I think I've just about had enough for the day, thank you.