Panty Theifless

This was... kind of an awful day?

And yet I'm not moaning and rolling around in my bed. I actually feel kinda good. Little hungry, but still good.

I was all prepared to give you a good folk legend, but that'll have to wait for next time. Today was interesting enough to write about.

Maybe it started yesterday at about 6. No, 5ish. I was sitting in my room when one of my friends from work knocked on my door. She asked me if I would be willing to give up my Saturday afternoon shift, and instead give it to this other girl who worked with us. Uh, heck yeah? I don't wanna work on a freak'n Saturday. And especially not on the fountain side! (side note: I work at Sonic. There are three options when working there: Cook, fountain, car hop. Cooks... cook food. fountains make drinks, bag the food, and mix ice-cream. Car hops walk around outside and smile at people, and get tips. Obviously, being a car hop is superior. In this case, I was scheduled to be a fountain.) So I gave it up. This friend of mine had to call the managers to make sure it was okay. Now, I could have done this myself, but a few days ago, my phone... attempted suicide. Drowning. Its actually in a coma right now. So we got a kind of okay from the manager, and thought it was an all-go!

I had made plans with my friend to go see the play that our school was performing that night. We were going to meet in the theater at 7. So I was in our cafeteria, eating lunch before I went over there. I found some friends, and ate with them. One of them mentioned his plans to go see the movie that the school was showing that night as well, that new one with Katnis. Silver Lining Playbook? Something like that. Well, since this was the last night the movie was playing, but the theater show would be performed the next day, and I was now off the hook for my Saturday shift, I was like, "ALL RIGHT! Movie time!".  So we ran to Walmart, got some popcorn, and I quickly met my friend at the theater and told him about our change of plans (because, of course, I didn't have my phone, and couldn't just call him).

So we enjoyed our movie. Made plans for tomorrow (... today) to see the play. Scene set.

I woke up this morning. Slept in, really (till 9:30! Wow! I really let myself go this time). I sat around for a while, ate a sandwich n'stuff. At 12, when the library opened, I went over and did homework for an hour. At 1, I came back, and knocked on my friends door, and confirmed that this other girl would be coming in for my shift at 2. She said everything was cool. So I went to my room, grabbed my dirty cloths, and threw it into the community washing room (note previous post about my distaste for that terrible place). After coming back to my room, I received a knock on my door. I opened it to my work friend... And my heart fell.

"Well...." she said, "looks like the manager doesn't want to switch you guys. So you're gonna have to go in."

Well crap. I just threw two loads of laundry in! There wasn't enough time to finish it before I left. And then there was the play... Of course, there was a possibility that I could still make it, but I didn't have any way of telling my friend (no phone...). So I quickly wrote him on Facebook saying that it was a really up-in-the-air thing. I may or may not be there, and whether he went was up to him.

Then, after scribbling out a note and taping it to the dryer my cloths were currently happily and naively rolling around in (they weren't aware that they were to be violated...), I got ready for work. Stupid fountain....

*Skip five and a half hours of torturous happy-hour shenanigans and miserable food-sacking*

I just barely got out of work in time to get myself a ticket to the play. Luckily, I had thought ahead enough to bring a change of cloths, so I wouldn't have to waste time changing in my room. When I pulled up, I jumped in the back seat and swapped out my disgusting royal blue collared shirt for a nice white t-shirt. I had forgotten to bring shoes, but I didn't think anybody would mind if I just walked around in my socks (I wasn't about to wear the clunky black work shoes for longer than I had to). I jumped out of the car as fast as I could and walked into the theater.

Unfortunately, my friend had decided not to come. I found somebody who knew him, and called him on their phone. It would seem he had a bad day at work. So I went solo. Actually got a pretty good seat because of that.

By the end of the show (which was totally hilarious), I was only slightly tired, and my feet only a little cold. I walked out to my car so that I could climb into my lovely plastic dorm-worthy bed. And I saw something that made my heart sink....

My headlights.

In my rush to get inside, I had forgotten to turn off my headlights.

I put the keys in the ignition, and crossed my fingers. Not even the clunking engine sound graced my ears. It was totally and completely dead.

I reluctantly packed my cloths in my backpack, and slipped on my stupid work shoes and got out of the car to begin the not-so-long walk back to my dorm. It felt like a walk of shame.

And, as it is, the car is parked right next to the police station.... I haven't had a parking permit on my car.... this entire semester. I'm a horrible person. And probably shouldn't be saying this on the internet. Ohhhh well. I think its all over now.

So, thats.... pretty much all I'm awake enough to say. No phone (dropped it in the toilet). No car (ruthlessly murdered my battery). No money (borrowing 600 dollars from my parents to pay for tuition).

I... am an idiot.

At least nobody stole my underwear from the laundry room.