My life is an incessant stream of inconveniences

Most of you are aware of this already. There isn't enough bandwidth on the planet for me to go into the past than the last hour. So I won't. I do not mean to sound like my life sucks, because it really, really doesn't at all. It's just a fairly well known fact about me. But yeah, before I go into the last hour, I'll talk a little about the rest of my day.

Which means that I'm going farther into the past than just an hour...Hopefully it will at least be mildly entertaining.

Just so you know, this blog comes across as a little bitchy. But I'm really not in a terrible mood. I promise. : )

So here we go...

I started a job today. This is where I work: Click it

......Yeah, I don't understand it either, but I assume I'll be figuring that out in the near future.

Anyway, so I had orientation this morning. I got up at 6:15 (the earliest I've been up for at least three months), and started getting ready. I bought new dress pants yesterday. They're the right length and everything. They even kinda, almost, pretty much fit right. These dress pants are like the 9th wonder of the world to me.

The little hook things broke while I was putting them on.

I have a serious bone to pick with Maurices.

Awwwesome. So then it starts raining. Like pouring rain just as I'm about to walk out the door and my car's a block down. And my umbrella hasn't reappeared since moving. Even more awesome.

It's no secret that Minnesotans absolutely cannot drive in the rain. Can they go 75 mph during a near white out blizzard? Hell yes, they can. Can they go the speed limit on the interstate when it's raining? Hell no, they can't. So traffic sucked which, when paired with my unfortunate wardrobe malfunction, almost made me late.

But I wasn't, so it's OK.

My warm fuzzy "I'm special" feelings that I had when I got the job disappeared as soon as I walked into the lobby. There were 12 other applicants that got hired. Pfft.

I'm absolutely the only person in this group that didn't go to school for law or accounting or financing, or doesn't own a home or have kids or own their own small business or wasn't born before 1980. Needless to say, when we went around the room to introduce ourselves and say what our background is, I stood out.

Many of the brief conversations I had throughout the day went something like this:

Other Guy: You manage bands, huh?

Me: Yup.

Other Guy: That is so awesome!

Me: I think so. *polite smile*

Other Guy: So do you work at First Ave then?

Me: ....Not exactly. *awkward posture shift* So you're in accounting?

Other Guy: Yup!

Me: That sounds *brief pause, probably to fight back the bile rising in my throat*interesting!

Really it wasn't that bad. It was just a long day. I have a lunch hour. And I work 40 hours a week. That is so weird.

Fast forward to 4:30. I got home and discovered that my long-awaited deposit check from the house arrived. It was less than I was expecting. Rather than collapse on my bed and take a nap like I wanted to do, I begrudgingly changed clothes, grabbed Lollie*, and headed to the bank.

I like my bank. I don't like that my bank wouldn't order my new debit card last week and made me wait until I got this check - even though my account had money in it. I also don't like that I can't get to the funds I put in my account until Saturday. And I don't like that I won't get my debit card until next week and even then probably won't have my pin. And I don't like that I'm almost out of makeup, Theodore's out of litter, and I have bills that SERIOUSLY need to be paid soon. And my regular hours at the new job are just as the bank is opening until two hours after the bank closes. Drive-thru window before the lobby opens? I wish! But my driver's side window is still broken.

I thanked them graciously and went on my way.

So then I drove back to my apartment building and got all excited because the first parking space was still open! I swung around the block to get going the right direction and pulled up to the spot but into the bus stop area so I could back up.

And this douchebag pulled in behind me before I could even get my car in reverse and took my goddamn spot that jackass! SERIOUSLY? He lives in my building. I hate to say it...But I'll probably hate him just a little forever. Good one, European dude with Buddy Holly glasses. We are so over.

Alright...That's it. That's all I've got and I apologize for the tone of this post...But really? The parking spot thing! That's worse than the pants thing and the missing umbrella thing put together!

But to show you just how sorry I am, I've linked this video. Just for you...No, no, not you. You.

Love,

Jennanigans

PS: I had to replace my beautiful, perfectly shaped nose ring with a more socially acceptable "cute little rhinestone" stud...[Insert Jenna's most displeased face]. But those tattoos they're showing. Take THAT, Corporate America!

*Lollie :: My laptops proper name...