So, I went to work today. I was actually almost on time too; I was only 2 minutes late, which, for me, is early. Anyway, work went well, but an interesting thing happened. After taking a car's order, I went into the back to blow my nose when Dante, one of the mexicans, handed me the phone and asked me to hang it up in the office. You see, Chad (general manager) was in the office and Dante said that Chad was mad with him. So, I took the phone, and put it on the little reciever thing noting that the OTHER phone was also on it's little reciever thing in the office as well. For a brief second, I wondered if I should put the phone in there, as the only other phone in the store was ALSO there. But I had a car, and I just put the phone down and continued taking orders.
Now, you wouldn't think this was a terribly important event, but my story continues.
You see, today, I had a chorale concert (my final one of the year) at 2:00. And I was scheduled to work until 3. Well, I talked to Mike last week, and he said I could leave at 1:00 to make it to my concert. Well, it was the same deal yesterday, and that worked fine. But today . . .
At 1:00, I handed Kelly the headset, grabbed some food, and was out the door, looking for my father, who was supposed to pick me up. He wasn't there, but I figured he'd be by any minute. I mean, he COULDN'T have forgotten, because he picked me up at the same time, just the other day, and I even reminded him before I left for work. So, thinking it would only be a few minutes, I sat down outside and began to wait.
Around 1:10-ish he still wasn't there, and I was getting impatient. So, I decided to go inside and call him to see if he was on his way.
Remember what I did with the phone earlier? Yeah . . . it was in the office. With the OTHER phone. Now, at Burger King, the office stays locked unless a manager is in there. Mike and Sue, the managers, were up front helping serve customers, because it was still the lunch rush, and Chad had left earlier. So, the office was locked, and the phones were inaccessable.
I wandered up front to get Mike to let me into the office, but he and Sue were both really busy, so I had to wait. Finally, around 1:18 or so, Mike was able to get into the office. My father still hadn't shown up by now. When Mike went to grab the phone, though, it was ringing, and it was some lady complaining about getting a Garden salad instead of a caesar salad. Boo hoo, bitch, take the damn free coupons he's offering you so I CAN USE THE PHONE!!!!
Eventually she did, and Mike handed me the phone. The phone, JUST then, DIED! Right there! I turned it on and it flashed, "LOW BATTERY" and DIED!!! So, I had to go grab Mike again, and have him go grab the other phone. That one worked, thank god. Lo and behold, my father answered. "Why didn't you remind me! I'll be right there."
. . .
So, I went back outside to wait. Finally, around 1:36, my father finally pulls up. I jump in and we speed our way to Blair. The first few minutes of the trip consisted of my father describing how busy he is and how he can't be expected to remember anything, and I should have reminded him, and I shouldn't have waited so long to call.
. . . yeah . . . You see, I think my father has some physical disability where he can't apologize. I mean, I think if he ever did, he might explode or something. And of course nothing can ever be his fault. Ohhhhh, no.
Anyway, at least he was going quickly to get me there. We were traveling between 80 and 90 mph, swirving through the traffic, and nearly getting into several accidents. But we were making good time. Heck, we would have made it to the concert in time. WOULD have . . .
And then we got pulled over . . . THANK YOU FUCKING WASHINGTON COUNTY POLICE!!!! FUCK YOU VERY MUCH!!!! And instead of my father explaining that he was speeding b/c I was LATE FOR MY FUCKING CONCERT, he just sat there and let the cop take 10 minutes to give him his damn ticket. $166. And my family is struggling so bad for money, that they have to borrow it from my brother. It's pathetic.
So, after the cop finally let us go, it was 1:50, and we were still only half way to Blair. After more speeding (despite the ticket) I made it to Dana at 2:05, raced into the fine arts building . . . only to find that the fucking choir room door was locked. After a long, agonized wail of dispair, I raced around the building looking for someone with a key, or something I could use to bash the fucking door down. I even tried to pick the lock with pins stuck on the bulletin board next to the door. Jill Valentine, I ain't.
At that point, Chuck came running downstairs to grab a folder, then promptly went running back to get keys after I told him the door was locked. A few minutes later, Palmer himself arrived to unlock the door, looking significantly less than pleased. I apologized, and he just told me to hurry.
So, I throw on my robe and my stole, and briskly walk up to the chapel, where everyone is waiting for me. It was humiliating enough, and I already felt bad, but as soon as I get to my spot, Kori mutters, "nice of you to join us."
Yeah, because sarcastic, bitchy comments were EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING NEEDED RIGHT THEN. I decided to try and remain calm and ignore her. Then we all marched in to perform.
Of course my father couldn't remain for the concert he made me late for. Of course my family can't come to a single chorale performance all year long. MY god, I don't understand. Just one! That's all I ask! Everyone else's parents come! Why the hell can't you!? WE ARE GOOD! We didn't get standing ovations in Europe for nothing. Jeezus.
During our little break during mastersingers, a bunch of people came to ask me what happened. I ended up telling the story several times. But its interesting how they just asked me what happened, instead of making bitchy, sarcastic comments. Tabby, for some reason is pissed at me. I really have no idea why. If it's because of the concert, I'm sorry, but there's not much I could've done about it, so she has no reason to be pissy. If it's because of last night, I STILL don't know why she's pissy. So, frankly, her being pissed at me just pisses me off because I can't think of any good reason why she should be.
Anyway, the concert went well, as usual. The end was sad with the seniors leaving, but I felt out of place. I don't know why. Maybe because everyone had family come to see them except me. Maybe b/c Kori pissed me off, and Tabby was pissy. But anyway, I left almost immediately and took my robe off, and headed back here.
So, that's been my day so far. Kinda shitty. And now I get to do papers for the rest of my evening. Oh joy.
