September 25th, 2002: Stress
Dear Diary,
Can you say bad day? I can, in five different languages. But that, my friend, is a story for another day.
I had a terribly long and totally stressful day. Let me recap…
I woke up, that was stress within its own. My frickin' alarm clock's circuits are fired, now I have to buy a damn new one.
And on top of that, I couldn't find ANYTHING to wear. Why did today have to be casual day at work? I just ended up wearing my stupid uniform anyway. What a waste of a perfect day to wear comfortable clothes instead of my ass-tight uniform. I was, and still am, pissed off.
So I went to work. God, can you say boring?! Kinkirk kept rambling on about Lucy. I swear, all day it was: "I love Lucy this" or "I love Lucy that". Sheesh, he's so hung up on Lucy he has no life outside of her. Pathetic. And I couldn't get him to shut the hell up!
And then I came home, but only after I was assigned to have a report on a local accident typed by tomorrow.
My Aunt Meltilda was there.
Ugh, I hate Aunt Meltilda. Picture this: a nasty, frumpy, cheap, stuck-up, fake red lipstick wearing, old bitch of a woman and you've got Aunt Meltilda.
She's my mom's sister. I don't even know why she bugs me, dad, or Hannah now that's mom's been dead for almost ten years.
I swear. The woman is Satan in high-heals and cheap designer clothes. All day the bitch picked at me.
"Roxanne, are you ever going to lose weight? You're a cow."
"Dear, I wouldn't eat that if I were you. You know it causes wrinkles."
"You're wearing that!? You look like a hooker in that dress!"
To hell with you, Aunt Meltilda.
Well, I've got to go. I'm too heavy on stress to write anymore. And I hear dad calling me, he probably wants to get the demon off his hands and on mine. Someone shoot me! Hope I'm in a better mood next time.
Love,
Roxanne