The thing about working hard is that it feels good to get to the end of the week. Yahoo! Not the slowly dying internet site, the expression of joy! Not that you are working in expectation of the weekend, but you go home on a Friday knowing that you have earned a good rest. So it was this afternoon as I left the parking lot. Once I figured out which parking lot I was in.
Never, ever change parking lot locations. If you park in the front lot, don’t change to the back lot because you will never find your car. You will wander the front lot for ages looking and by the time it hits you the police will have finished their report and left already. So stick to one lot.
And when you get in the car, finally, don’t switch up your wallet location. Or worse, keep your wallet in your pocket which can never lead to anything good. Maybe you will make it home just fine, but when you go back out to get the pizza, your wallet will be sitting on top of the dresser and Elvis will get an earful of expletives until your cell phone dies.
Back home. Back to the pizza store where they don’t have your whole order because they appended half of it to another order for another person with the same name, but he canceled his order so they canceled that part of yours and what if they had canceled the whole thing? So then your are standing around waiting. for. the. fucking. garlic. bread. Always waiting for the garlic bread. This is hard work.