So random mutterings about life...

[awesomesprout]

so last night, because there was too many techs at work, I was sent home after hook-ups. Well. My lovely boss didn't decide to tell me until like oh I dunno. 10 minutes before I was supposed to leave.

And of course, it's the one night I lend my car to Loren becuase I was running late and he had to drop me off first before going home.

So I start calling Loren.. And why do I get the feeling that he didn't turn his ringer up like I told him to.

It keeps ringing. Voicemail. I keep calling. Over and over. Please god don't be asleep.

So then I call his roommate. It keeps ringing. voice mail.

Then I call Abby who's staying at Loren's. It keeps ringing. Voicemail.

Fuck!

FUCK FUCK FUCK!!

So at this point. I was literally stranded at work at midnight. No housekey. No car. No key to Loren's NOTHING.

FINALLY Loren answers the fucking phone. I'm stressed and on the brink of taking a cab and sleeping on his doorstep.

He comes and picks me up.

I get to his house. Him and the other two people I frantically kept calling were all awake. And were all hanging out and talking while I was calling. And get this...

None of them thought it was really important to answer their phones. One was in the shower. And Loren HADN'T turned up his ringer like I told him to and the only reason he saw the call was becuase he went to the rest room and saw his phone flashing.

Fucking great. The three people I need in an emergency are all sitting around in a circle ignoring their phones.

Bastards.

So I had a total breakdown in the car. I was furious I had to go home early. I need hours. I got my paycheck. It's jack shit. Especially for how much I bust my ass.

I really REALLLLY need to start making regular wages here.



So Loren has an audition for Who wants to be a millionare. He has to fly to NY and take some test. And if they accept him he stays and does the show.

Now mind you.

Loren's already been on Millionare. He just never made it to the actual chair. Only to the outer ring.

I'm debating if I drown my crippling fear of flying in booze and go with him to see NY for a day.

But I dunno.

Money, work, and life has me stressed.

I feel isolated because of my schedule.

Oh well. Maybe con will be the release I need.

I really need to find a regular release. I'm starting to get angrier and angrier over littler and littler things.

And don't tell me sex. It doesn't help.

Sigh.

I just need something.