This post is completely un-original but I swear on the Holy Bible I thought about writing it before I saw this, this or this. What can I say, I have awesome friends and great minds think alike? Anyway, I feel like I need to vent because a lot of things are going all wrong and consequently are totally bumming me out! Here it is, Cambria’s current list of hated things:
Melissa. Yes, that’s her real name. I don’t hate people… heck, I rarely don’t get along with people but Melissa… oh Melissa I despise. I only hate her because she has hated me since before she knew me and that hatred ultimately cost me a job I loved doing. Did I say too much? Maybe, but I don’t work there anymore so what harm can be done now. I don’t know what I did to that miserable wench other than try to defend myself. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh okay. I just made a decision. I seriously could go on and on but I’ve decided to show some self-control. Onto my next hated thing.
Health Insurance. What do I look like, a money tree? Why do I have to grow up and get my own health insurance. Life would be so much more fantastic if I could stay on my mommy’s and daddy’s insurance for free (to me, anyway) forever.
6:00 am. Agreed?
This one I’m not going to title or explain other than: Twice in one month? You gotta be kidding.
$7.50. This is the pay of my new part-time job. I’m not kidding in the slightest. The aforementioned job I was at for three and a half years made more than twice that. Good thing I make closer to three times that at the hospital. On a positive note, I get to work with fabric and I almost don’t care what the pay is. Almost.
Crying. I hate, hate, hate crying. Wait, maybe I should clarify; I hate crying in front of people. It makes me feel weak… I prefer to cry alone.
Melissa B. Yup, that’s her real last initial. I’m -><- that close to sharing her whole last name and posting a link to her address on Google maps.
Calories. When I was in Hong Kong some of the food labels listed calories as energies. I’m going to call them energies indefinitely.
Guys. Is it not obvious that I’m not interested if within the first thirty seconds of our convo at last weekends’ pre-ween Halloween party I bounce it to the other side of the room? That’s not an invitation to follow me… ALL NIGHT.
Asthma. I’m pretty sure my Aderol puffer has been expired for a few years because it’s not working.
And last but far from least, Melissa.
*I know darn well this is far from mature of me. But seriously, if you only knew the sorrow I’ve known.