||[Sep. 29th, 2015|11:27 am]
At the shop, sweaty and stinky and still wearing yesterday's underwear because the fucking apartment management decided that YET AGAIN the parking lot needs to be painted. Or some other stupid shit. From 8:30 to 11:30. Rather than post a notice on your door, they stick it to the staircase in such a way it's not really visible. Brother saw it this time and told me last night about it. I figured it was okay, I was going to leave in the morning to do my mall walk and when I come back, I will park on the STREET.|
Insert maniacal laughter.
No, you will NOT be parking on the street, because the fucking street is FULL. And, NO, they did NOT start painting at 8:30 or doing whatever else they're pretending to do, because I was winding through the complex trying to find a place to fucking park. I made a pass of sister's house, intending to hang out there or something, but her dumbass husband is home and I have my own lump of a roommate to hate, so no thanks. So I go home, figure they'll call to tell me to move car. They called at 9:30. FUCK YOU VERY MUCH WITH SOMETHING HUGE AND SPIKEY, HEATHERWOOD APARTMENTS. Couldn't even wait til 10 so I could just kill some time at the mall. So I slam out of apartment, speed out of the parking lot, and come to the shop, pummeling my half loaf of wheat bread to make myself feel less angry. How well that worked is still up in the air.
Mall walkers can be annoying. The old people will walk in pairs or threesomes and spread out along the walkway to make it hard for other people to pass them as they stroll along. Some old biddy comes up to me this morning to get my attention, I don't know what the hell she wanted, I just shook my head at her. And she TOUCHED me on the arm. I do not like to be touched by strangers, because it is simply RUDE. I don't know you, I don't care to know you, and if I act friendly at all it's to be polite or because my job requires me to pretend to be friendly. I wear headphones and walk alone, I am not there to socialize, like most of the mall walkers, because frankly I'd rather be home on my computer than sitting at the mall yakking for a couple of hours while getting as many free refills of coffee as I can. I don't know what she wanted and don't care, there was enough people around there to fulfill whatever need she had, no reason to pick on me. Older I get, the more antisocial I get, and contemptuous of others. I NEED A KITTEN IN MY LIFE.