Work was fine. I liked my outfit.
Home sucked from the word "go". M's gross ex was being her disgusting self and threw a major stench onto the day. M was so upset. We used it as a reason to bundle up the little girls and go get McDonald's for lunch. I was in such a terrible mood that I decided to ride the bus to the college for tonight's pep band gig (that way, I couldn't injure anyone important, and the walk was good for me).
Also: I'm done with pep band. Some of the kids are nice, but they're kids; I probably own socks older than these people. During my first year of working at the college, my shifts were sporadic, and every bit of income was welcome. But now that I work a regular schedule, it's not worth the money to have to sit there and feel weird and watch basketball.
Also, Dr. H is a jackass for making us play "Fat Bottomed Girls" during the women's games.
The butthole in his natural habitat
That's a jerk move and I'm done with it - done enough that I added a note to my calendar to remind me to ignore all future pep band emails (usually they start to arrive during fall quarter). NO SPANK YOU.
Speaking of jerk moves, I couldn't find my instrument after coming back from our break (men's first half). One of my sharp-eyed benchmates spied it set on a stand at the end of our row. Someone touched my instrument and I'm pretty sure it was The Butthole. What the hell?? Other people left their instruments sitting on the bench during their break. Only mine was moved, and nothing was said to me about where it was, so I was left to look for my clarinet as we were about to play something! What an ass!
So this clinches it: I'll be sick on Saturday. Ahem. See ya, peppies.
And THEN there was DQ.
*if you recognize this quote, you're an 80s movie god/dess. I always thought it was the perfect blend of funny and cruel