So...my f*cking co worker just went me a message saying he can't switch me days off on Sunday...gave me some BS story about having to take his brother to the airport and he "just found out about it". So yeah I won't be at the meet...I'm so f*cking pissed right now, like seriously, who the f*ck does that?! "Oh yeah no problem, ill switch days off with you, go ahead and make plans and get set on that...oh wait, never mind..." Furious...unless you guys want to meet later and I can come by after work. Might get off around 230-3...and I work in seatac...
Oh and yeah, that was a lip that I didn't know I had in the closet. Went to go put it on yesterday and saw it was warped from standing in the closet. Went to try and bend it back and it snapped in f*cking half...dude...nothing is going my way, f*ck my life!