wow

it has been a very weird day...and i have only been up for three hours. i went in to pinehurst to change my schedule back, and that was definitely a bad idea. i walked in and lara and [matt] bailey jumped down my throat about my overtime. i thought i had 20 hours. matt thought i had 10. lara knew i had 31. that was quite an experience. i calculated out what my paycheck would be before taxes: $951. i don't even know what to say about it. matt was pissed. ben was pissed, but wouldn't show it because he didn't want me to feel bad. it was bad timing because a few minutes after matt found out it really was 31 hours, a member's clubs got misplaced and he was freaking out about it. i asked lara if i could pay for my sunglasses...also a really bad idea. paul is an idiot and couldn't figure it out, so he asked bob and then bob freaked out because i was getting them for cost and at a discount, so he did it and i ended up paying $72.81 for sunglasses that should have cost me less than fifty bucks. i got screwed. ugh. but oh well, it's only money. my biggest problem with it is that it was very consequential. if a variety of things hadn't happened, i wouldn't have had to pay that much. i also feel like bob was getting back at me for having so much overtime, but how is that my fault or his place to reprimand me for it?
now i'm just in a bad mood. i came over to brian's to check on the cats and fish because i am really not certain what is going on. they told me linus wasn't going to be here (because he's a huge fucking dog who attacks me everytime i come over here), but oh yea, i opened the door and there he was trying to bite me. sweet!
i'm going to run back to my house, throw my stuff in the washer (since i'm now working tomorrow morning), grab something to eat, and then head to the pool because i need to relax.