i've had the worst weekend ever. i've had the worst week ever. i thought on friday i'd finally cut a break, instead i found myself trying to teach a photoshop class in a class that didn't have the program. ok so i'll just make shadow puppets. i had no remote to turn on the projector. i had no marker to write on the board. at my wits end i just let things go. i made it through my class even though 3 ppl left in the afternoon. its friday so they wanted to leave early i guess. plus i explained how actions work in photoshop and they were happy.
i get an email from 2 managers asking me why my acrobat class went so bad. 2 managers. geez. then the douche prez aka new general manager wants to know why i'm doing bad too. oh and i don't have a schedule for next week. the coming week. things don't look good for me. not sure if i'll make it another few months. then after class, some guy comes up to me, he's another manger and goes its 500 for a projector bulb. and? you left the projector on. well let's see, i don't have a remote. and i'm not about to climb up on the tables in a skirt to push the button to turn it off. he goes well you should have called someone. ok, who would you like me to call? well you should have called someone, whatever, you're just taking and you don't know shit, you didn't know who to call either. fuckers. work sucks ass.
then the weekened, god i so needed to drink. the intern was like oh hey we're all going drinking the douche prez is taking us out to drink. oh yeah like i really want that, i really want to be there drunk telling him off, such a bad idea. anyways, i went drinking elsewhere.
which brings us to the other part of why my weekend sucked. i won't get into it here on this very public blog. but someone hurt me. badly. i felt my insides just dying and breaking. and at the end, i realized, it's just going to keep hurting because there's nothing i can do about it. i used to feel safe and happy around you, and now i don't. it was just so cold. it hurt. a lot. and it still hurts now. and its going to keep hurting because i'm human, and there's no other way to get around it. i'll blog about that on my other blog. simply because its not for everyone to read.
this has been the worst feeling i've had in months, and i thought i was doing ok. i'm not. i'm 30 years old and i can't get my shit together. and cause i'm a girl, i cry like every other girl out there. cause this weekend, i acted like every other girl out there, even though i'm not suppose to. we'll just say this one is a loss
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