One Expensive Puppy.

     Today got off to a really bad start. Probably a worse start than most days can- I got a call this morning from a woman whose mailbox I had accidentally tapped with my car. I did the responsible, unrealistic thing and left my name and number.  And now this woman wants an excess of 400-600 dollars out of me. For a mailbox I barely hit. My car doesn't even have a scratch on it. But, whatever. It will get resolved, and I'm not giving that lady more than 200 bucks. BITCH, R U FA REAL? Psh. I'm too tired of telling the story to go into a detailed rant. I hate telling stories over and over again. Makes me feel like an attention whore, or a bore.
    Luckily, my mind got quickly diverted from thinking about that. I got a 99 on the college exam I was so scared of! A 99! Yet with the mailbox incident my parents are far too occupied to praise me. Sigh, it's not anything new though. I feel like the puppy that still runs to the door excited even though their owner comes home from work in a bad mood everyday. "Hey! Hey! Notice me!  Am I doing good??? Am I doing good?!"
     Currently, waiting on my clothes to finish in the washing machine so I can throw them in the dryer and have my work shirt for tomorrow. Gah, work on the 4th of July. It's going to be slammed. Work the day after that as well, a morning shift. Waking up and being somewhere at 8AM to 4PM is not my style. Especially two days in a row.
     God, I hope I don't hate my job when I grow up.