"Stop. Turn. Look. And see...."
Thursday, Aug. 29, 2013 - 11:15 p.m.
Today, I had a massage.
A "massage", I should say. Probably the worst I've ever had. I swear the lady was fresh out of her massage tech class. It was bad, real bad Michael Jackson.
Btw, this was a make-up massage courtesy of my work crush who f'd up my taxes. So far, the lunch & massage he offered as apologies for f'ing up have been a total bust. Both, laughably bad. Like, all I can do is laugh about them, they've been that bad.
But anywhoo.
So even though I had an appointment, my "massage" started about 30mins late. While waiting for it to start, I got a text from my mom that she couldn't find her car key. I'd told her she had to drive herself to work because I had an appointment after work, so I wouldn't be able to take her home. She came back and told me that she'd locked her car key up in the car.
So I went through my massage all tense then had to drive all the way down to her job to open her car with my spare key before I headed to check on my great-aunt.
Like......
I was seriously like, this can't be happening. It cannot be that when I finally take some time to do something relaxing for myself that I get hit with someone else's problems. It just couldn't be. But it was.
I feel like this type of stuff happens all the time in my life. .Like, all the time.
I so often feel like I am not in control of my life. But I need to be.
I don't feel sorry for people who tell me "OMG, I AM SO TIRED!!!" when all they've done is go to work and bring their ass directly back home. I am totally envious of that lifestyle. But there is no sympathy to be had over here for that complaint. None.