I'll tell you a secret, let's make this perfectly clear. There's no secrets this year.

OKAAAAYY.
So, my 'bad luck' Monday turned into a bad luck week.
After having a few not so great days, I got slapped in the face by Friday.

Ohhh Friday.
It started off good. And that's when you know you're in for trouble.

I wasn't late for work, but 2 of my partners were.
Which left me alone in the store with 2 newbies who didn't really know what they were doing.
Don't get me wrong, they are sweethearts and all, but it is way too early in the day to deal with that shit.

Work goes by fine, whatevs, And an old co-worker/friend comes by to visit, and we decide to hang out.
So we take the train back to my station, and I walk up to my car to find that someone has been nice enough to decorate my car with their paint.
In other words, someone didn't know how to back up, and swiped my car.
And didn't leave any info.

BY THE WAY, JACKASS.... THANKS SO MUCH.

Like who does that?
Wouldn't you feel like the biggest jerk in the world if you swiped someone's car?
wouldn't you leave some sort of contact info?
I would.
But I guess there's no more honest people left in the world. And if there are, they're hard to find.

Then, I get home, and get ready to go for drinks.
Things are going okay again, I parallel park for the first time in like a year, and am very proud of myself.
Go up into my friends apartment, and chat it up a bit.
They all have a pretty good buzz going on. Especially one.
Who is QUITE drunk.
Anyways, long story short, we are on our way to the bar, having an impossible time trying to find a parking spot, and wondering if they're even going to let this girl into the bar, because she's that far gone.
But we shouldn't have worried about that anyways. Because as soon as we finally find a spot, she gets out of the car, and wants to go home.
And of course, we respect her wishes.

Long end short of the 'long story short', she pukes in my car.

Awesome, no?

Also, I have come to find that no matter how many hints you drop, people are clueless, and don't get the point that you want them to leave you alone.

And other people don't get the hint that you don't want them to leave you alone.

And yeah...
Oh well.


By the way, I should make it known that the vomit-situation has been taken care of, and all is forgiven.
It was just a crappy Friday.