today, like every other day this week has been like living in a haze. i’ve been trying, very unsuccessfully to work. this afternoon, i was doing these accreditation reports, making sure that i have everything we need. we have promised that this information will be available by august 29th. i’m about 3/4 done. but this week, i’ve been unable to focus on anything. so, this afternoon, i tried, yet again, to figure out what i’m missing.
i went over to sheri’s cube to discuss a report. i sat in her chair, just like i always do, knees on the seat, leaning on the back rest. apparently this was not an appropriate way to sit on that chair. THINK SLOWLY HERE… first, the back rest slowly dropped to the floor, then i slowly dropped to the floor, with the piece of metal that holds up the back rest landing in my crotch, tearing my jeans. it took me a minute to get free from this piece of metal! i could not stop laughing. i mean really. i’m having a down right shitty week. my mom is requiring lots of attention, my sister is being the biggest cunt in the world, and now, i’ve ripped my favorite tommy jeans in the crotch, next to the zipper.
what else could happen to make things worse? nothing. it can’t get worse than this, and all i can do is laugh in the face of adversity. i’ve got to walk to the parking lot with a rip in my jeans, and i don’t even care. could it be that i’m just so exausted that i don’t give a damn anymore. this is so funny, sad, but funny.
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