The week from hell.

♥ This week can end now. I’ve had enough.

It started well enough- Monday was a holiday and I did some great shopping last weekend…. then it all went wrong.

I didn’t get the job.. but you know that.
My cousin lost her life…. but you know that too.

Two girls who did get hired at camp have been fighting and I’m in the middle of it all. It started with J being upset that I didn’t get hired. She thinks that C shouldn’t have gotten a resource position- she just started at camp last summer (but so did J, so….). Her and C were having a conversation about me not getting hired and J freaked out that Vanessa was being a bitch and she wasn’t sure she wanted to return to camp after all… C thought it was rude and their fight started. Meanwhile, I’m trying not to completely break down over my own shit- but C wants to tell me every detail of this fight – and then has the nerve to say to me "fml, why me? why am I having a bad week?" and I just wanted to slap her in the face and tell her to STFU. I’m SO upset that I’m not going back to Davern- but damn.. have fun with THAT drama, Vanessa. 

I just got home from work. It’s 8:23pm. I left for work at 8:00am this morning. When i left, there was a severe weather warning in effect- but it hadn’t started so no busses were cancelled (which would have meant I got the day off).  Of course, by the time I was driving from job A to job B at noon, it was snowing like a bitch and the roads were shitty. I almost slid into several cars because it’s THAT slippery, and then ended up having to drive a kid (who was testing my patience today, I swear) around for almost an HOUR after my shift was supposed to be done because his mother wasn’t home. Fuuuuuu!

anyway.. I just wanted to vent about that. I don’t feel any better, for the record.

Oh, did I mention that while the media is buzzing about the accident, our family is fighting to get them to STOP because half of our family is currently in the Dominican Republic for Michael’s wedding and they don’t know that she died yet??