He Said My Name and I Missed It

I think that says it all. That's how I feel like the whole day, by day I mean my working day went. And then after that it went fab. I looked at bachelor apartment. The only thing stopping me from getting it are my references. Leave it up to George to say previous things like "who wouldn't giving you a glowing review?" So nice. I'm sure it's mine, but I need to wait for the official. Although the manager and owner made it sound like a done deal. Too bad I hadn't learned that lesson the first time, because I would be moving into my dream apartment next Monday, but alas I'm not. Like I said, I missed it and I know that I'll hear another time, but it's that first time that matters most and the whole thing has gone to shite.

I thought I would be complaining more, but my current disposition has left me feeling optimistic despite the lessons I had to learn in the first place. I'm wishing I could go back in time and fix it. My heart hurts. Seriously. Still shedding tears on the should have been. This isn't a metaphor for my life is it? Aim and miss, end up settling, but it all turns out? God I hope not. I'm just sad that there is lack of lighting, the brown carpet and the fact that the room just isn't long enough. I'm sure some imagination, so esthetic eye will make the place 80% better than what it looked like today.

Currently Lucille has one arm over my typing arm and purring like a weirdo. It's pretty darn cute, but seriously odd. It soon will be just me and her and I wonder if the lack of space is going to make her go mental. I don't think so, as long as she has a window sill to sit on and my bed to lay, she'll most likely be fine.

I really just want to go on about my crap working day, but somehow I'm over the damn thing. Which is weird because there are some stupid little things that still enrage me like Chris, that woman complaining about walking across the street and there being no coffee and that fucking bag pipe on Friday afternoon after that horrible experience with a customer and stupid tuna sandwich. Suck it. They can all suck it. Every single one of those people can suck it. Although the bag pipe player does not need to suck it. He blows and he blows real fine. Tee hee.