I know I was trying not to look at entire days as being frustrating, but this one really was.
Had a very unpleasant dealing with a grumpy employee at a video game store. I managed (almost) not to leave in tears.
With money from their lemonade stand, the older two paid for a portion of a new game system. After having it for less than one day, after the first attempt to charge said system, the charging port came out.
When I noticed that the woman (with 4 people waiting behind her in line) spent 20 minutes yelling at the cashier and accusing him of lying and threatening to call his manager I should have just walked out the door. Instead, I waited patiently (more or less.)
By the time he got around to me, he was clearly in no mood to help anyone. I couldn't find my receipt, but even before he knew that, he was telling me that the 30-day return policy would not apply since I was clearly lying about the faulty charging port.
Because I must have mangled it on purpose and was now trying to pull some kind of scam.
We managed to successfully exchange the merchandise at a different location (with the receipt) and things turned out okay. Except that I couldn't find my keys at home. I was using my brother's truck and hadn't driven my car for a while so I didn't even remember the last time I had seen them. Wednesday?
Yes. The day that I locked my keys in the house and stranded my children outside until my spouse returned from work. That was the last time I had seen them. I picked them up from my black bag and said, "Aha!"
I had no memory of what I did after that.
Grateful Crap: That I am backdating this post and I know how things turn out. Hindsight is awesome
took meds (150mg sertraline, 300mg bupropion)
decluttered, although somewhat manically since a search for keys was involved
Quaker, teacher, parent,