A rough day.

At work, I was in the mood to work for the first few hours until I went on break. After break, I lost all my motivation. When I stop working so does all of my staff. I hate it when we're not doing anything besides talking amongst ourselves and not even helping the customers. But then in the last hour they got mad at me because I made them work because the store has to be decent looking for the closing manager.

After work saw some pretty crazy road rage on the tollway on the way home. A pick-up was trying to get past one of those custom import cars. They ended up taking turns cutting each other off and at one point the car had to dive into the emergency lane. While, I've never been involved in anything that crazy I realized that I should chill with my road rage. I'm still driving like a New Yorker even though I haven't driven there for a while now.

The whole day I was looking forward to my date. Going into the date if things went right I was contemplating going home with him. I was pretty horny. But about ten minutes into dinner he touch some sort of raw nerve. It wasn't even really his fault. I was just in a bitchy mood. We didn't go anywhere after dinner. He walked me to my car. I apologized for being a bitch and asked if he would want to hit the restart button and try it again sometime. He said he would.

Now, I'm at home wishing I had someone to talk to about my day. My roommate is already asleep. There's no one that I can really call right now that would just want to talk. I'd call one of my friends in New York but it's kind of late. Plus I've lost touch with most of them.