I Think I Made Someone Pretty Important Pretty Angry With The Way Things Have Been Going

o hey,

I can hear the wind raging outside (I'm sure that our windchimes may have just impaled a small bird that was flying to safety), my dogs are crying like a child on his first day of kindegarten, and my boyfriend is in his basement. I think I am the closest to death I have ever been. And death seems like it would fit right in with the luck I have been having this week. So, mom...you can have my collection of books about Native Americans. Jenny, you can have my stash of gumballs in my bottom dresser drawer. Eric, you can have all my trophies so you never forget how much better I was than you. And dad, you can have my neck, knee, and ankle braces along with my shoulder sling and my crutches as I know you will need them sometime in your life. O and Colin, you can have all my dirty clothes so you never forget what I smelled like (even though my later days, I have smelled like Subway) BUT IF I DON'T DIE...NO ONE BETTER TOUCH MY GUMBALL COLLECTION! (I will find a new hiding place!)

Anyways, blogs must go on..even when life is hanging in the balance. I hate my life. No I don't; I have just had a rough week. I will first start with the good news. I GOT A FISH!!! I named him Moccasin, and he is ugly. But he is my fish, and I love him. Why did I name him Moccasin? Well, it's just sort of the first thing I thought of.

Other than the new addition to it, my life has been pretty, dare I say, AWFUL! Let me make it clear, I love EVERYONE in my life that makes it ever so amazing. I know I am very blessed with everything I have, but it's just been one of those weeks. Let me start with yesterday. Have you ever had a toilet in a Subway overflow all over your shoes? O yea..HOW BOUT TWICE?!?! Words of wisdom...if anyone ever tells you, "Alright...Flush, then plunge, then flush," DON'T LISTEN. For if you do, you will have a squeegee in your hand and you will be chasing 2 inches of water back into the women's bathroom so your customers won't know anything is wrong while you spend an hour and a half using a mop to sop up the mess. God Bless America!

My next adventure in my blissful fast food life involved me ruining 60 dollars worth of meat, cheese, and salad. I don't know how the cold bar got turned off last night, but it did. How does this 60 dollars become accounted for? O you know..me and the girl I was working with have to pay for it. "Hi, my name is Emily, and I thought I was broke. Then I ruined 60 bucks worth of cold meat, and I realized that I am now not only broke, but I am not the Subway worker I thought I was." O but don't worry, if you thought that was the worst of it, you're wrong! All the ruined meat had to be thrown away. Well, whoever threw it away put it all in the same trashbag and then put the rest of the day's garbage on top. Therefore when I went to take the trash out around 8pm....let's just say I thought there was a baby hippo in the trashbag. The trashbag then busted open in the grass, and I spent a half an hour picking room temperature meat (which oddly feels kind of neat), plastic gloves, TUNA SALAD, coffee grounds, and other things that may have been delicious in a different condition out of the grass by the dumpster. Picture this..a giant woman in a Subway uniform picking up cheese from the grass while she gagged and cursed and attempted to hold the trash bag down in 20 mph winds. Laugh..it's ok.

Now that I am done complainging...I'M GOING TO SLEEP!

Keep Letting It Be,
Em