The Crap-tastic Adventures Of, well, Me

*First off let me say that I'm sorry but I'll be using crap a whole lot in this post.*

Looks like I have another crap-tastic week ahead of me. And I'm not abandoning that lovely attitude about it either unless it suddenly looks up which is so doubtful.

So first off I suddenly work three times this week. Okay, whatever I can handle that to an extent. But then I work Tuesday for the first time in months. The day I was planning to go score a copy of the new Relient K cd Four Score and Seven Years Ago. Total suckage because I can't even go after school cause I work right after school until closing. Which is the same closing time as every other well meaning store in the city.

Then Friday I work again. Normally this wouldn't bug me other then the fact that youth group is that night so it sort of does bug me. BUT this week especially because it's probably our 'last' chance to practice before the Sunday night coffee house gig which everyone is looking forward to. So I'm getting driven over to Church right after work and Mr.T said that because we actually do have a performance we can use the mic's that night to practice. Kudos to him and my mom who's going to drive me even though I'll me cranky and mean because of crappy work. To make matters worse however is that we get mark summaries at school Friday and I know mine are down the drain because of work. Which is when I spring the point about quitting work on my parents. It's not even like I really need the money except to fly down to Ontario in May and I'm going to quit anyways for the summer. So there's that

Then Saturday I work. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, at our work will agree to work a Saturday if they: A) aren't scheduled to work B) can avoid it. And for the last four months I haven't had a free Saturday. It's always craptasticly busy and my co-worker on Saturday (who also always works at the same time as me Saturday but doesn't mind it) is always nagging on my do to things I can't manage to because of the freaking load of people that come in always right before we close. Another reason to quit because I'm not going to put up with that.

The only good thing is that come next Sunday I will be having a blast at the coffee house with my partner-in-crime, one of my best friends, and a whole group of people that we know and don't after we finish preforming our two songs. Yay! And that is one of my many rants that I need to write in the next week.