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Apr 11, 2008 - 10:10 PM |
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ITE: Chaotic complains about his day |
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Well, I thought this day would be pretty normal. Woke up around 1 in the afternoon, and then got a call from my brother wanting to grab lunch. Afterwards, it went pretty normal.
It wasn't until I was ready to go to the arcade around 5 that my day would spiral downward.
First, on occasion, I bring my laptop to the arcade just so I have something to kill time with and then maybe adjust some stepfiles I have on my flash drive. So just as I'm about to leave, my dad notices me bringing the bag and starts telling me that I shouldn't bring it because there's a likely chance that it will get stolen.
Now, I've probably brought my laptop to the arcade about seven other times before and yesterday I brought it with me right in front of him. Since he's noticed it, now he feels the right to complain about it. I never let it out of my sight and if I can't look over it, I ask some of the staff members if I could keep it in the office since I'm cool with all the staff members.
We get into a heated debate that he's just jumping to assumptions and doesn't really know how the system works there since I've done it before. He complains that I don't listen, and I complain that he doesn't listen to what I have to say since I've done it before.
Blah, blah, blah, argue, argue, argue.
And we're frustrated at each other, I'm ready to leave the house and then I decide to just leave my laptop at home anyway, so I return it to the house and then throw it back in frustration.
Now if getting into a fight with my dad isn't bad enough for me, I go outside to realize I locked my keys in my fucking car. Now I have to go confront my dad again, but before that I call my mom, tell her what's going on, and tells him that she wants to talk to my dad.
They talk and I return to the house and now we're frantically searching for the spare key. We call the auto place my parents are a member of to go and unlock the door. They're just about ready to send someone over when my dad finds a key that "should" be the spare key for my car. Now, I'm not sure if it would even works since it looks like it's a key that was used for the Toyota that my dad had before.
Low and behold, the key works and I give the key back to him and we cancel the help that we called for. We eventually made up and then I left on a flat note with him.
About a half hour later, I'm ready to go to the arcade and then I realize, I can't find my fucking flash drive, so I drive back home to look for it, and I can't find it! My day can't get any worse, can it?
Yeah, it can. The arcade is busy as hell and mediocre players keep hogging the machine. It took me two hours to play two four-round songs. I figured it wasn't worth my time to stay there and wait another fucking hour.
It's now 9 PM. I leave, head for home and find there's nothing to eat. Since my parents had grabbed Taco Bell when I was gone, I decided to go there myself. Everything went normally until I tried getting back on the road I was supposed to go on, which was blocked off.
Great, now I gotta go through another area just to get back to the main road. Took another 10 minutes.
Now I realize, I don't have my cell phone on me and think whether I put it down anywhere at home. I don't recall leaving it anywhere so I decided to run back to the arcade to see if I had left it there. Technically the place was closed, but they leave it open until about 11:30 anyway.
So I'm let into the arcade to find my cell phone sitting there. In a way, it contradicted the whole point that my dad thought it would get stolen, but then again, nobody touched it and it was perfectly fine. So hey, I can trust these people here. And if I did leave it there, I would've been able to go back tomorrow and the staff guys would've just kept it in the office.
I'm finally back home, enjoyed my Taco Bell, and I'll probably hit the sack early... And maybe go out and buy a new Flash Card tomorrow. 
Ugh.
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Crazy glue, save me now. 
