Why the last three hours just sucked.

I got off work at 9:30pm tonight. That's already pretty shitty if you think about it, but I don't mind, because I do it every week. So I take the bus home and the best thing about it was I bumped into a friend with whom I had a interesting conversation with that made me actually very happy.

Then everything was shot down when I got a phone call from a certain family member that tried to guilt trip me into going home for the weekend to go to my grandmother's birthday. For the record, she doesn't even recognize me, nor does she remember that it's her birthday, so I said that I could come home next weekend but this weekend was too busy. That wasn't good enough. Guilt, guilt, guilt.

So I gave in and looked into train tickets. Meanwhile, I had club issues to deal with. I texted a colleague at 8:42pm to remind her to send me information in a document that I needed to distribute to people that we were working with on Sunday. However, I did not receive a response so I texted again at 10:43pm. I got a phone call, to my relief.

But my colleague tells me that, rather than upholding our plans to work on Sunday, letting down everyone else in our organization as well as forfeiting my own words to these people that we were working with, she needed to go to church and thus couldn't make the event after all.

We just had a meeting at 5:30pm to plan this event. Tell me again, why did she not tell me then and there that we shouldn't plan everything for that time? Why did she not have church then, but had church now? Why is it imperative to even go to that particular church sermon? Since I'm not religious, I'll let her answer that last question, but as for the rest, I don't understand.

We're already behind schedule in our project and I refused to drop another week. I had specifically told her everyone's free time a week ago so that we could plan ahead. Obviously this didn't work out. To make up ending our workday early, we will also be starting earlier, I decided.

I check my email and realize that I have a leadership meeting at 5pm Friday, which means that the earliest train I can take leaves at 6:30, which means I won't be at my grandmother's until past 8pm. And I'd have to get back home the very next day because I had a multitude of things planned already.

I still haven't received the document I requested from my colleague to send to the people we were working with. However, I can send an email to our fellow colleagues about our organization working with the other people on Sunday, and the time changes, so I go ahead and do that. After all, it's not fair to them that we change things last minute.

I phone back about going to my grandmother's birthday. Finally, someone throws me a bone! I promised to return to my grandparents' place next week because it's simply not worth it this time around. It works. My commitment has been delayed.

My hopes slightly up, I go to email the people my organization has to work with to tell them about the slightly changed schedule. I had argued with my colleague over the phone all this time in order to be able to work things out. Lo and behold, I find an email sitting there from four hours ago.

It says that one of the people we were to work with is no longer free on Sunday, and would Saturday be better?

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THE DAY JUST FINISHED, IT'S MIDNIGHT, I'VE WASTED ALL MY TIME WITH THIS CRAP, I HAVEN'T DONE A SCRAP OF WORK FOR MY CLASS TOMORROW, I HAVEN'T TAKEN A SHOWER YET EVEN SO I STINK, AND I PROBABLY JUST CUT MY LIFE SHORT BY TEN HOURS FROM THE STRESS AND SOON-TO-BE LACK OF SLEEP. F. M. L.