My agony and enduring bull**** continues.

I had to park almost a mile away from work again today, because there were no parking spaces. Then listened to a fifteen minute speech from a manager about how I have no excuse, there is "always parking spaces".

Get into work on time, thankfully. And slam my hand into a door. Yay...

Move my rearend to the front line and start doing my job, and I accidentally drop a 50 pound box of canned goodes right on my foot. THANKS A LOT.

Limping around, I get the usual "are you okay baby girl?" "what happened to your foot, girl?" "Darling, what'd you do?" or my favorite (sarcasm) "Woman, you gotta stop hurting yourself."

GIRL. BABY GIRL. WOMAN. DONT ANY OF YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE KILLING ME!?

It was so hard not to punch someone right square in the jaw and scream in their faces before cackling like a maniac and running away. Oh how I envisioned this....

So after I faked my smiles and did my chores, I went on to do the rest of my job. But I noticed that everyone's looking at me funny. Everyone's whispering when I'm "not looking". What is this?

What's the big secret that no one is sharing?

I ignored it. For now.

But it was becoming maddening.

Lunch hour. FINALLY.

I made myself a wrap and threw random things in it, trying to stick to my diet and ignore all the other yummy looking food on the line.

Get down to the table, and someone SOMEWHERE (i dont know where) snickers "Whats up, queer?"

That's it. I'd had it. I'd finally broke. I turned right around, and walked out, and ate in the rain.

Well, TRIED to eat. The wrap I'd grabbed, the ONLY food I'd grabbed, tasted like crap.

By the time I hauled myself back inside, all the other food had already been cleaned up off the front line. No lunch for me I guess...

I'm at that "I really dont f***ing care anymore" mode.

Go back to work...my phone's dead. Great.

Continue to work, ignore the snickering and whispering around me, buzzing like wasps in my brain.

Pants keep falling down which is pissing me off. Shoelaces wont stay out of the way, boxers wont stay down below my f***ing belly.....it is NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT my day.

I'm sore as hell from working out too much, I can barely lift a damn box, and I've got a constant headache for the past three weeks that now has decided to show its ugly face again.

Went to make some tea and dumped the lava hot water on my hand. Went to grab a bite of something to eat so I dont throw up, and some ***hole took it before I could grab it. Munching on crackers and I nearly choke on one. Go to take a drink of water and I accidentally swallow a piece of ice that nearly slit my throat all the way down.

FINALLY as the work day ended, I'm listening to my music in my headphones as I cleaned, thankfully I MIGHT leave actually on time today, when I get a message on my ipod.

(I roleplay online through my messenger with a friend sometimes to help with stress and give me something to do, usually medieval based)

Go to click to open it....nothing. Click it again.....nothing. Tear my whole freaking protective case off (because I JUST BOUGHT THIS ONE refurbished to replace my broken one) and guess what?

Break? Catch a break? HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! right.

My home button is broken for absolutely no f***ing reason at all, rending the WHOLE thing...absolutely freaking useless.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?

Universe: You have a flat tire by the way.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Now if I could just get rid of this damn headache, I can maybe pass out. But NOOOOOOO.

We're out of tylenol.

Warren of War