when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

bugger. there must be some bad cosmic voodoo in my horoscope, cause this week's been pretty crappy.

Among other things, I realized how easy it is to become bored with a job. I mean, it's so freakin' hard to be smiling at evryone, being perky and upbeat in 90 degree weather as the sun blazes on your skin. And now I can't even do that stress free. The UA Bookstore has been having its people approach us and try and scoot us off campus. Now during our orientation, our owner guy assured us that we had the right to be passing out papers on campus. Now I'm sure the UA Bookstore people know that, too, but they're not gonna take it sitting down. They keep threatening us with calling UAPD and having us kicked off campus or arrested or other bad things. Fear is a very powerful emotion. Now I want to believe my boss guy; I mean he seems honest, but all it takes is one wrong glare from the wrong people and you've got your face up in a mess you have no real control over. The first time it happened I was almost done with my shift, so I thought nothing of it and signed out regularly. Today, though, another person comes up and confronts me about it. I told her what I had been told, and she didn't really want to hear my excuses or that as far as I know I have the right to be standing in the well-lit underpass hadning out fliers. I tried to be as rational and calm as I could with a person who is bent out on destroying everything you stand for, so I got her phone number to give to my manager and started to leave.

Now I probably have the right to pass out the fliers on campus, but all this negativity is just really dragging me down. Now I don't like confrontation. So I will do most anything to avoid it, and if that means stop working then that's fine. True, the UA Bookstore people are probably just trying to scare and bully us, and that we shouldn't worry about it. But it still gets to me.

And for something really heartbreaking

Remember how I thought Wheel of Fortune decided to overlook me for the next round of qualifying? well, this weekend I checked my spam email that I never check and -voila- there it was, marked on the 21st. You've been invited to come to the next round of auditions! At first I was gonna get all postal on myself, but after a while and a sip of water, I realized it was really out of my control to start with. After all, they said I would've been notified within 2 weeks. It took 'em over a month.

And among other things, the auditions were
1) In Phoenix
2) On a Tuesday
3) At 8 in the morning!

So perhaps it was just not meant to be. Mom jokes that it's because we're supposed to go to The Price Is Right over the summer and that I'm supposed to play PLinko and win a Jeep Grand Cherokee, water jetski, a trip to New York, a cutlery set and a package of hemmoroid cream. No offense, but I really don't give a darn about Bob anymore.

Also, I'm really starting to hate my folks.

But, at last, a glimmer of hope, a light with which to shine the path to sanctuary:
GUITAR HERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah i bought it. And I am glad.