Can I just say that today was a very shitty end to a week that was going fantastic? Because that’s literally the only words that I can use to describe it. 

First, I came to work for the Christmas party.  I work at a daycare and they were having a “school-wide” party that the children had so kindly asked me to come to, and one of my coworkers said to come just to give an extra helping hand. SO I did, even though I was a bit nervous about what other people would say with me being there. I get there and (there are two teachers in my ‘classroom’) teacher A is all excited to see me, as are the children, and is like “I’m so glad you came!” etc. Teacher B comes down the stairs and is like “why are you here? there’s no reason that you need to be here, especially if (our boss) doesn’t know that you’re here” and was straight up rude to me. She acted like I was a nuisance for being there and that I had no right to be there. 

So, we go upstairs. We’re met at the top of the elevator with the rest of the school (probably nearly 30 people) singing Christmas carols and our boss is up there as well. She looked angry at first (but she always seems to look angry) and then saw me and I got all scared and she says “Oh goodness! Thank you for coming!” etc. Because clearly the lady needed help since only one of the teachers was supposed to be going around and doing things with the children. 

Needless to say, the day got even awkwarder after the party ended and it was “nap time.” Normally my shift is 1:30 on Friday’s, and it was around 1:15 as the children were taking a nap. She dismisses me out the door and says “thanks for helping, but you need to leave now.” —feeling so loved at this point in time—so I went to the bathroom and cried. (I’m an easy crier, especially here lately. I don’t know why, it’s just a thing)

Second, I get off of work and am just ready to go home to my ACTUAL home. So I get out of my car and low and behold, I drop my phone. I’ve dropped my phone several times, and my phone is literally factory fucked up, but of course this time it decided to be different than usual. It shattered. The entire upper part of the screen (had it been the lower I probably would not have cared) all of the glass broke, and the LED screen was starting to mess up. My luck, especially since my father had basically told me a month before that I wouldn’t be getting a new phone anytime soon. 

My boyfriend, being the great one he is, said that it was “early Christmas”. I looked confused and he had explained that my Christmas present from him was going to be him paying for my phone monthly so that I could get a new phone, I’d just be getting it early since mine was basically unusable now. TGOD for him. Oh, PS, my dad yelled at me while I was asking him if it was okay (since he pays the bill) and told me I was an ungrateful bitch. 

Thirdly, my family obviously knew I was coming home. I had called them previously and told my mother that when I saw her last weekend and on Wednesday. So they KNEW I was coming home. I get here, and they’re gone. Everyone is. (my sister is a moocher and is here every day so that my parents feed her and her spawns.) When I call, nobody answers, they all forward their calls to voicemails, except for my sister who answers (my dad’s phone that she’s been using the past month to mooch off of the data plan) and says that “oh we just decided to leave since you should’ve been there by now.)

Fourth, it’s been an hour since my family has been gone (over it, for their time, just an hour since I’ve been here) and there not back yet. My mom decides to text me how to get there and tell me they haven’t yet gone through the line to whatever the hell they were going to. 

And to think, I thought today was going to be fabulous. And I thought coming home was going to be even better because I had just saw a deer in the field. 

Oh was I dead wrong.