Just my luck!

 Ergh, yesterday turned into absolute shit.

I did my usual shift, and I did another really tough workout after work, but working legs instead.  I’ve really been pushing myself harder, at least I feel, and it’s funny because it’s been fueled by anger.  Things have not been going right for me the last few days for whatever reason, and after gym yesterday was no exception.

Earlier in the afternoon, I’d joined the gay marriage rally in the city and I actually marched in it this time, chanting all the lame chants etc.  After that, I’d caught up with my bestie in the city for food, drink and a bitch-chat, as we usually do.  He was with peter, a guy who moved to melbourne and I hadn’t seen in ages, but he didn’t hang around, but it was lovely to see him.  I joked at what they must’ve talked about in their conversations, because Peter in a strong Liberal voter and Moe is an devout Labor supporter lol.

 I just threw my carton knife and my pen and some gym stuff in my little bag, as well as my cardigan and towel – they all fit in their nicely.  I can wear free-clothes to work on Saturdays, as we are closed before the time I start, so I just went straight from catch-ups with Moe, to work.

I’d finished work at midnight that night, so everyone leaves and no-one is left in the store.  So by the time I finished up at the gym, it was past 1am and I realised I had everything in my bag, except for my house keys!  I retraced my steps and everything, but to no avail.  One of my housemates is away visiting family at the moment, so I rang the other housemate.  No answer.  I rang him twice more.  Still no answer.

So cue me, outside the front of my house in the dark at 2am, seeing that lights are on inside the house, and my housemate wasn’t answering his god-damn fucking phone.  I was SO pissed off.  Every part of me thought that he would be out clubbing somewhere, high as a kite.  I also know he’s a tech-head and couldn’t go more than 30 seconds without checking his phone.

I walked down the side alley of our place and tried in vain hoping that the back door would be open.  Nope.  It didn’t help that I’d just done that big leg workout and my legs were like jelly.  I was stuck outside my own house.  I sat down in the gutter outside, defeated.  The twinks had spoken of a secret place where they hid a spare key, but apparently I’m not part of that twink-code, and the usual hiding places were bare, so no spare was available.  I made a status saying ‘Faaaaaaaantastic.  I left my keys at work and my housemate isn’t answering his phone.’
I had a few replies, including one from the away-housemate, but I decided later on to delete the status.  I just felt stupid.

Now, I always try to see the positive in things.  I thought of my options.  I could go check into a hotel (I mean, I had my wallet, phone and everything else I needed).  I could go hang out at pancakes and eat (because that’s 24 hours).  Gym was kind of out of the question because I’d just been there, but at least there I could shower and toilet if I needed to, so it’s not the end of the Earth.  But I thought I had to be sensible.
I contacted Vish.  He is always up at crazy hours, and I was ever so thankful.  I was sure that my keys HAD to still be in my lock at work, and I must have just left in a rush and didn’t think properly, like a true idiot I was.

Vish met me outside my work, and spent ages trying to calm me down.  I was annoyed at my own stupidity more than anything, but my housemate ignoring my pleas for help had just put me in a REAL shitdump of a mood =[

He put the heater on in his car and I was thankful I had thought to bring my cardigan, otherwise I would have frozen.

He stopped off at his work to get some milk for me for breakfast in the morning, and then we went to Maccas for some food, which was nice, although I spent ages trying to decide what the best of the worst for me on the menu was.  I opted for a McGrilled, and even that probably killed off my entire gym session I’d just done lol.

We got back to Vish’s place and his boyfriend was passed out asleep on the bed.  Vish had already asked him permission to go and get me, and he’d said yes.  I ate the food and Vish made a makeshift bed for me on the couch, after clearing it off.  I was still in a pissed off mood and not talking at all, really.  The couch was comfy but very noisey PVC-like material, so every time I moved it seemed like it was so loud.

I was awoken in the morning by the sound of turkeys.  I shit you not.  I knew I was in the suburbs when I heard not roosters, but turkeys lol.  
I’d also had the most fucked-up dream.  I’m not sure if it was a dream or a nightmare, but I think it was more toward the nightmare side of things.  I seem to always dream something when I sleep anywhere other than my own bed.
The nightmare actually involved me and Vish, and I was driving a car and we were crossing a bridge, and something scared me and I sweared off the bridge, through the railing and into the water of a river below.  The river was calm, but I was frantically searching for a laptop that had been in the car lol.  I know right, it made NO sense at all.
I told Vish this dream too and he laughed that I cared more about the laptop than him lol.
His boyfriend awoke and was surprised to find me there.  He’d completely forgotten that he’d told Vish it was okay to go and get me.  I guess he was tired, as he had run the Tough Muddler the previous day.  Another friend of mine did it as well.  I think the whole thing is stupid, especially the electrical shock courses.  That can’t be healthy.

Anyway, so long story short, Vish and his boyfriend were my saviours for the night, and drove me back to work once it had opened, and sure enough, and thankfully, I saw my keys still in the opened lock hanging from the locker.  I was such an IDIOT!!  I’d gone back to the store in vain ringing the bell and ringing the phone hoping someone would be there the previous night too, but nope.  The bakers start later these days, which was annoying because the baker at the actual baker next door was already inside his store making dough when Vish first picked me up.
Anyway, I don’t think I’d been so glad to see a set of keys in my life lol.

They also dropped me off at home, right to the front door 🙂  I opened the door (finally) and went to my room quickly, as I heard Ayden coming down the stairs.  i did NOT want to talk to him.  I hid myself in my room and he even went to my window and lifted the blinds to look through to ask me what was wrong.  I just kept telling him to go away and that I didn’t want to speak to him.  I even closed my half-ajar wooden window on his wrists a few times because he told me he had a high pain threshold, so I was like "Good!"

I think I just needed sleep.  He kept asking if I was angry at him.  Of course I was.  He’d returned my call at 9:30am.  SEVEN hours later!  Lot of fucking good that was to me.
He sent me a text saying he was there to talk when I was out of my mood and that he didn’t appreciate me treating him like that.
LOL.  WOW,  How’s the shoe feel on the other foot, huh??  Fuck boy.

I’d also had a voicemail from work asking if I wanted to work, which I did, so I had some sleep and went to work, avoiding Ayden.  He was in bed by the time I got home, and I made sure not to leave my fucking keys at work again.  I used my still-remaining anger in my upper body gym workout tonight.
I guess I’ll have to face Ayden eventually.  I mean,, i guess it’s just a bit of everything adding up.  The amount of times I’ve had to let HIM in the house because he’s forgotten his keys and the one time I do, he’s useless to me.  I’m just taking it out on him.  It was bad timing, bad everything.