Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Today went downhill.
I had to get up super early to feed my horse, and it was all cold and rainy. Then I had to run some errands after that and by the time I got home, I had to go back to the barn again because the farrier was coming. Well there happens to be this really despicable woman named Kim, who keeps her 2 horses in the stalls across from mine. And she was there for the farrier too apparently. Well I already had Details out and waiting in the aisle, and I had washed his legs because they were all muddy from being out in the pasture, and I didn’t want Ricky (the farrier) to get mud all over his pants. Well, Ricky was about 15 minutes late, but as soon as he pulled up I went to greet him. Then as he was getting his stuff out, I grabbed Details from his stall so I could tie him up for Ricky. But the stupid fat woman had purposely led her horse out first and literally cut in front of me! Ugh. I figured I’d let that one slide, so I walked him out to graze while we waited. Then as soon as he finished, I led him up to get trimmed and Kim goes,
“Um, excuse me! My horses are first, and I have another one so you’re just gonna have to wait.”
And she said it so rudely, that even Ricky looked at me with wide eyes.
“Well, I have a class tonight-” I started to say before I was interrupted.
“Well I’m glad for you, but I have a sick husband at home.” She snapped.
I pointedly rolled my eyes and sighed.
“Thanks for understanding.” I said sarcastically.
WHAT A BITCH! I mean what the hell does this lady have against me anyways?! The whole time her second horse was getting his feet trimmed, I just kept thinking of all the things I wanted to say to her, and how much I wanted to strangle her till her eyes popped out of her fat frizzy head!
But I never got my chance to say anything to her, because she left too quickly. And I was all worked up to it and everything! I’m a pretty confrontational person, and rarely do people speak to me that way and get off the hook. I like to defend myself. Especially when it catches people off guard. But since I never got the chance to get it off my chest, I left still feeling angry and frustrated. Then I was almost late for photography class cuz of that stupid bitch. UH!!
And all day I kept hoping Friend Boy would call, but he didn’t. :(
And now I’m worried that maybe he’s not interested in me! But I dunno, I might just be overreacting. Melissa says I’m being negative, but I like to think of it as being realistic! Preparing myself for disappointment. ((sigh))
Why do guys always have to make us wait?? But I refuse to call him. Or text him. I just won’t! I’m trying to play the game with strategy this time, because this is a guy I could actually see myself with, and I don’t wanna screw it up by appearing desperate.

Anyways, as soon as I got home from class, I realized I'd left my new coat sitting on the back of the chair! As if things couldn't get any worse...
Then Alyssa texted me. She just found out about my suspension. So apparently everyone at work thinks I’m stealing shit. And that just doesn’t sit well with me. I am not that person!! And I don’t want to be perceived that way!
So I called Nick. And I told him I’m really thinking about quitting. He whined, and said, “NOOOOOOOOOO! You can’t quit! Olive juice!”
Olive juice means 'I love you' in Nick language. Lol. It’s kind of an inside joke between the 2 of us. He said he thinks they might lift my suspension early, and he’s gonna check my schedule for me on Wednesday. Then he asked me if I was going to the employee party on Sunday.

“NO! Of course not!” I said, “That would just be too weird. And it really sucks too, cuz I was really looking forward to it.”

“NOOOOOOOOO!! You HAVE to go!” he begged, “Come on, I know it might be a little awkward, but…who cares?!”

“A little awkward is definitely an understatement. I’m not going.”

Nick sighed, “What if they put you back on the schedule??”

“Well, unless they put me back on, or unless I hear something from one of the managers before then, I’m not going. And I’ve already e-mailed Mr. P. I’ve said my bit. I’m done. They have to call me for me to go to that party.”

Nick seemed genuinely disappointed that I’m not going. AS AM I! I’ve been looking forward to that party since November. Seriously. ((sigh)) But I can’t just show up at that party. No way! I don’t even wanna show my face in the bar! And that for sure puts a kink in me and Alyssa’s plans for Cecilia’s late 21st birthday bash. Oh well. We’ll just go somewhere else.

I really hope Friend Boy calls me tomorrow. Cuz I sure could do with some cheering up after this taxing day.

Demetri Of The Day:
“I think vests are all about protection. You know what I mean? Like a lifevest protects you from drowning, and bulletproof vests protect you from getting shot, and the sweatervest protects you from pretty girls. ‘Leave me alone. Can’t you see I’m cold just right here?’”


Anonymous said...

love, love, LOVE your blog Peyton! I read it religiously 'cause I TOTALLY know how you feel! It super sucks to have to wait for the boy to call, but I agree you should be strong and NOT call/text 'cause you don't want to seem desperate. Just went through a similar sit and I understand not wanting to screw things up- hang in there!

And that lady shoulda been taught some manners long ago- sorry she was rude to you!

You rock, don't forget that! :)

jehara said...

kinda going through that right now with a boy i really like. we've hung out a few times and exchanged a few messages but it's been a week or so since we last had contact. he's out of town for work and we don't have regular contact, which is just as much my doing as his, but i'm kinda feeling the passing of each day in silence. and i'm resolved to not contact him first.
it sucks.
boys suck.
your work sucks for giving the impression that you're a thief. i really hope you get it sorted.