Week Ruiner

You know how there are things, small things, that for not even five minutes make you feel really good? Like from the time that it's happening till a little after is the best thing ever. Unforeseen things that make you say, "Fuck ya!" out loud. Taking out my card to pay for something and realizing that I have real money in my wallet, which I then use as I hate using cards. Walking up to the bus stop with a bus there, seemingly waiting for me to get on. Finding money on the ground. Writing down next weeks work schedule and realizing that I'll have a day off. Looking through freshly developed pictures from Walgreens and finding one picture that looks really really good, almost legitimizing spending so much money on film and processing. I know there are more, but these are the only occasions that I can actually recall saying "Fuck ya!"to. I got a similar feeling not too long ago, except it was a hundred times greater and the complete opposite.

I dropped half of my sandwich. I'm at work at the library right now and on my short 15 minute break, I decided to spend some hard earned money at the cafe. I was just going to get a pre-made sandwich but noticed that the line at the sandwich bar corner place was only a couple people long. Leaving the shitty plastic wrapped sandwich to spoil next to the pastries, I ran over to order a sandwich. Pastrami on white with swiss, everything with avocado and toasted. Swiped my debit card, $7.75. Five minutes later, I started walking slowly, back to the library. One hand was holding one half of the sandwich that I was eating and the other, a cup of water with the other half perfectly balancing on top, just waiting to be eaten by me. Seriously, it was peeeerrrrfectly balanced on that cup. I was on my last couple of bites and about to find a place to sit to scarf down the other half when a hurricane force gust of wind basically picked up the untouched half and threw it on the ground. It was like someone just slapped it off the cup. They just fucking slapped it. It fell on the ground because someone slapped it. I would have preferred someone to have slapped because at least I would have someone to blame. I would have preferred if someone took my sandwich off the cup and slapped me with it, assuming that they'd put it back on the cup after. But no. The wind just fucking blew it off the cup and onto the ground. At first, I wasn't that bummed out because I was finishing off the delicious first half and the deliciousness did some mind control shit, blinding me to the fact that I had just dropped the other half. But, I swallowed the last bite, looked down, and wanted to cry. It was unsalvageable. If you know me, I don't care if food falls on the ground, I'll still eat it. But even I could not bring myself to eat such a horribly deconstructed dirty foodstuff. I guess as it was falling, it split apart, resulting in the wet sides falling onto the stone paved road. It was like two invisible demon fairies pulled the sandwich apart, mid-fall, ensuring maximum un-eat-able-ness. More than a day, my week has been ruined.

I picked it up, threw it in the garbage, went back to work. Turns out, I came back on time. I usually take 20-25 minutes on my 15 minute break. But I seriously wouldn't care if I was an hour late, if only I could eat the other half of that sandwich!!!!!!!!!! Sigh. . . recounting this not so long ago story has bummed me out more than when I started this post. The one half that I did eat barely sufficed and I won't get to eat until 5. I haven't felt more like this >=( in a while.

But whatevs, I'm going to post some pictures tomorrow during my dumb computer science web 2.0 class. I fixed my computer.