bloodyrosemccoy | Disappointment

So this morning I was on a bus with all of my friends, ever, on the way to Disneyworldland. The morning sun promised warmth and dazzling light on a day that would be filled with water slides, roller coasters, catching up with friends, shopping, and more junk food than anyone could possibly want. I felt alive, anticipatory, waiting to expend all my excess energy on the good things life offers.

Then I woke up and had to go to work, where kids whined that they wanted to get on the computer again, patrons turned in books coated with sticky substances and threw things on the floor and demanded to see the MAGIC DVDS behind the counter,* and my supervisor took out her prize-winningly nasty mood on me with a constant barrage of passive-aggressive potshots. Also the latest ailment is the sniffles.

I am thinking I should have stayed on that bus.

Mom wonders why I prefer being asleep.

ETA: Eureka. I just realized that tomorrow is the Feast of St. Emo. This would explain a LOT.

*Everyone is convinced that the DVDs they want are behind the counter waiting to be shelved. Once they’re on the shelf they are boring, but when they are not yet there they are THE ONLY DVDS WORTH LOOKING AT SO WHY CAN’T I JUST COME BACK THERE AND LOOK.