..::sparkle and fade::..

..::06.03.07::..
i think i'm a pretty positive person generally, but this past saturday was a bit frustrating to say the least. a serious of unfortunate events, without the visual appeal of lemony snicket. luckily, i'm seeming past getting upset and i'm to the what next stage. it's almost comical.

it begins with my computer not starting. i'd just revised my resume. about two hours of work. i go downtown to use the work computer. i figure i'll download my portfolio pics there as it's faster. do my resume in the meantime, and hopefully figure out how to get my computer to start. i take the pictures, sort of strain my back, and can use none of them...i don't figure this out til later of course...after my camera battery has died during transfer. can't get my computer on. find out the roommate will not be out of town, so no fun weekend away. go to leave and my car suddenly starts making a bad noise. headache from not eating...get home. try to chill. try to get out of bad mood. put on outfit suitable for car travel, but not suitable otherwise. it was cold. go to start car. car starts. then dies. give up. take cab. spend money on cabs. give up on show, it will most likely be sold out at this point if i actually want to go...have dinner. good. have drinks. good. go home. fine. next day and i'm for some reason not on my AAA account. get that figured out. it's cold, but beautiful. luckily, my car is a couple blocks away from my apartment as it takes AAA three hours due to "inclimate weather." um sure. i would have frozen as the car had no heat. i can't look up any body shops cause my computer doesn't work so i get a AAA recommended shop. one that has worked on my car before. one that literally has the worst reviews i've ever seen on anything. the tow guy in fact tells me i'll be screwed. fabulous. 80 some odd dollars and a day later they tell me they know it's one part but aren't sure if there is more...luckily i didn't end up paying the flat $250 rate they quoted. bastards. another $90 and the car is towed to the dealer. where it should have gone to begin with. luckily parts and labor are covered as it was under recall. luckily i haven't totally lost control on steering or burst into flames. two other things that are apparently possible with my year and model. fabulous. in the meantime i take the bus. the bus driver won't let me out at my stop and i have to walk from the next one. i'm calm. it's cool. two steps later and my purse breaks. did i mention this is on my first day without nicotene? a true test. that was yesterday. mostly. save the car towing and having slightly better news thing. i feel i'm over my black cloud. or am i?
this morning i was terribly nauseous. i stopped on the fifth floor to get a can of coke, which i never ever drink. no smell noted. i get off on my floor (7th) and it smells like weed. the smell subsides. i'm giving background. the building has its smells. so when i get back from lunch i don't think much of it when my office smells like a combo of puke and cheetos. i have a sensitive nose. i know that. i try to figure out what it could be. empty my trash. switch my can with an empty office. clean my office. get second and third opinions. everyone agrees my office smells of cheetos. jokingly my boss asks if it's me. "haha!" i reply. "yes! i'm opposed to showers and the whole bathing process in general!" moments later i sit down again. i cross my legs...and that's when i see it. apparently at lunch i'd stepped in poo. and since i tend to sort of sit on my feet at work...i'd managed to streak shit down one entire leg of my jeans. i freaked. soaked my whole leg in soap and water and endured my lovely new nickname (which i'm hoping is a memory by tomorrow) of "shitleg."