I would really have been better off staying in bed this morning. Pretty much nothing has gone smoothly today; I'm having my own personal little Mercury in retrograde experience. I was supposed to start an actual paying gig whereby I will be doing remote data entry for a NY financial services company. This would have been fine, if I already had MS Excel, but I don't, and my contact in the company couldn't just give it to me, because MS Excel needs a disc to install it and she is, you see, in NY and I am in NC. It took us a long time to figure this out. So I thought I would get around that by doing the 60 day trial of Office. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough disc space, so I thought I'd save some space by putting all the pictures that are cluttering up my hard drive onto CDs. That is how I found out that my CD burner no longer works at all. That was when I started shouting FUCK FUCK FUCK at the computer and had to go outside and work in the garden for a little while. That went well. I hope. I may yet wake up tomorrow to find that I killed all the flowers.
So I finally freed up just enough hard drive space to install Excel, explaining to Office that I only wanted Excel, because I already had Word. I had a bad feeling about this to begin with - which was justified, because when I tried to open Word a couple minutes ago I discovered that downloading a trial version of Office has done away with it altogether. That means I have to find the original, antique disk ~ and I have a legal copy of Word, god damn it. A perfectly fucking goddamn legal copy, Mr. Gates; I don't appreciate your softwared destroying it. Fuck you very much.
Then I went shopping, where I bought a flash drive thinking I would put the graphics for the website I work on onto it but I realized tonight that, duh, that wouldn't work, because they all have to be in the same place or dreamweaver doesn't know how to fetch & upload them. So that was a waste of money I should have used to get a new CD burner, which I almost did. Argh. I moved on to the health food store, planning to at least buy some of my favorite perfume in all the world. . . they were out. No telling when they'll get more in. They don't stock lemon/cucumber water anymore, either.
On top of this, I started class tonight, only to discover that I had underestimated my own skills and the class I signed up for would be a complete waste of my time, since I already know HTML (to some extent, anyway.) Thus, I need to transfer to the advanced class. Which is full. But there may be some hope there; the teacher said he would talk to the people in Continuing Ed and try to get me in. Okay. It was an hour and a half where I made myself shut up because I knew all the answers and I had two coughing fits, which is a stress thing that happens to me sometimes in situations like meetings and classrooms. I think that now I will go to bed, hope the bed doesn't collapse underneath me, and try it all over again in the morning.
Some days are like this; it's just one of those miserable soul grinding facts of life, I know. And, as people have told me, if I had a good aura, was more relaxed and stuff, I could laugh as I flitted gracefully from flower to flower, accentuating the positive (my car didn't break down; I'm healthy) and ignoring the small frustrations of life. If only I had met someone today who could have told me that in Asheville-ease. . . then I could have killed her, and standing over her broken bloody body in the Greenlife parking lot would have helped SO much.