So I got to wash my face and brush my teeth at work today. And until you've seen the dingy pit that is the bathroom at Radio Shack #8614, you have no idea of the great pleasure of this experience.
At approximately 1pm, I was at -$84 in sales for the day. Now there's a way to endear yourself to your boss. Speaking of, I also got to do the cash drop again tonite, at 8:30pm. I am not a person who likes to carry around a lot of cash. I get nervous with more than $40 on me. Making a cash drop after dark, even in Boulder, is not something I enjoy. I'm seriously considering getting a carry permit and packing heat. Though I'm a defender of gun rights, I also think that a society in which people NEED to carry a gun is one that has failed in a very fundamental way. Hence, the fact that I'm seriously contemplating carrying a gun makes me think my life has gone wrong in a very big way. (Well, what a startling fucking revelation that is...)
The apartment complex I went by to check out as prospective housing was not quite crack-haus territory, but it didn't fill me with happy feelings either. Let's put it this way - even the hallways that lead to the external doors to the apartments had locked doors at either end. Real safe neighborhood.
The bank called, I apparently missed this month's AND last month's payment on my bike. I had enough in my account to cover it, but that was money I was planning to use for something else. What the hell, who needs a security deposit anyway?
I fucking hate Mondays...