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Because I need to vent.
Well, I had a weekend that promised to be good and sadly, didn't quite live up to that expectation.
I had three friends soming into town (one form CT, one from MD, and one from NC), one of whom I hadn't seen in over two years.
The plan was this: I was going to work morning shifts on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, then drive 50 miles to see them in Providence.
Thursday afternoon one of my friends tells me that he won't get in until Saturday. OK, cool. At least I get a night to myself finally.
Saturday I come into work and my boss surprises me at the end of my shift. But it's ont one of those "Office Space surprises." He tells me to take Sunday off.
So the streak of days worked in a row concludes with 38!!!
Awesome!
So, I leave, go home to pack and whatnot, and then meet up with some people around 5. I figure, "We're gonna see everyone else, right?" Wrong. We just spend the night shooting the $#it, playing poker, and playing Rock Band. Fine, that's cool. I'll see everyone tomorow.
The next morning (Sunday), I have to be somewhere kinda early, so I get up @ 8, do what I gotta do, and get back to my friend's apartment around 9:30.
I call him to let me in.
No answer.
I call my other friend to let me in.
No answer.
I call my friend's girlfriend.
No answer.
OK, fine. They're still asleep. I can wait a little bit. So I stretch out on a lawn chair and try to close my eyes for a bit.
At around 10:30, I try again.
No answer x 3.
Finally, I get sick of waiting around, so I go down the street to play basketball.
In khakis and a long-sleeve T-shirt, I might add.
I call back around 11:30 and finally get an answer.
whoop-dee-f*ckin'-doo...
I run a quick errand and head back to their place.
After we decide to run some more errands, I find out I have to pick another friend up at the train station, so I have to kill a good two hours waiting for him.
We go back to my friend's apartment where I figure we're gonna meet up with my other two buddies for dinner or something before the "official" party starts.
Everyone decides to sit around for several hours before eating dinner at seven f*ckin' thirty.
Then, I get rushed out of the house without even being able to change and we're shuttled over to the party amid parking B.S. and overall chaos.
We get to the party and everything goes OK, but the people I came to see are being held "party hostage" (i.e. caught in long conversations with) by people I don't even know and, when I try to introduce myself, give me the brush-off like I'm not worth the O2 I'm breathing.
And then, about two hours later, I HAVE to leave the party b/c my ride home decides to leave.
So, I decide, "F it. I'm going back! I'm sick of living by this little Fer's timetable!" I pack my $#it and drive back to the party.
Nothing really happens, but at least I get to hang out with some friends I hardly ever get to see.
The only annoying thing is that one of them seemed a little unnerved that I left and came back. She thought that was sketchy or something for some reason. Don't ask me why, but these things tend to get overblown in my mind.
After that, I drive about 50 miles home, arriving around 2:45 and quickly go to sleep, a little pissed that a weekend that I thought would be so great had turned out in such a mediocre fashion.
In other news, I'm taking the MTEL's (Massachusetts Teacher's Examination for Licensure) on Saturday. Wish me luck! I may need it!
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