Like, whoa

The time is nearing 9 PM and thus begins my evening, sort of. I got back from work about an hour ago, and I must say that it sucked ass. Actually, "sucking ass" is the biggest understatement, ever. The shift made me want to shoot myself, then have my ghost or whatever poke a finger into that hole in my head just because the pain of that would have been less than what I was feeling.

Anyway, I had the "Cash only" till (is that how you spell till? Stupid cashier lingo) and made an infantessimal amount of cash. I made as much cash as I used to make in a whole shift, pre-White-Rose-bankruptcy.

But anyway, on to slightly better things. Not really. Today, I am going to complain:
- York U's parking and transpo dept. has my address written down wrong, like it's a typo. So how are they supposed to send me my parking permit if they can't even type right??
- The stupid social science department is faulty. How do they expect people to call the department for permission to take a course when they don't even have the number widely listed? I had to search through a dozen web pages before I finally found it!!!!! THEN, they say that they're open from 1-3:30 from Monday to Friday, and nobody picks up the damn phone, and nobody returns my fricking message. WHAT THE FOOKIN' HELL? I get more pissed off, the more I think about it, so maybe I'll stop.
- All of the drama courses in the English dept. are on Thursday, with tutorials all either being on Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. Of course, I don't want to take anything on Fridays so maybe it's my own damn fault...but ARGH. Whatever.

End of complaining.

I need a good...drink. Or a good sleep. Or some ice cream...but sleep will do for now.

:: Emily 8:52 PM [+] ::