Major Hoover-quality suckage

I can safely say that my start to the new year has sucked. By sucked, I mean, it has probably been the worst week I've had in a long time.

January 2: zenten wakes up and breaks a brand new wine glass he left beside the bed. This is an omen of what is to come. Later that day after shopping with kali_kali  and _blankstare_ and before I make it home, I lose my brand new bus pass including my priority seating pass. It makes you feel so powerless that you lost something so expensive.

January 3: I hope to have my bus pass returned. Not gonna happen. I attempt to pick up my birth control, but I forgot my disability drug card (start the countdown to insanity). I lose zenten after work and he shows up in the apartment after game begins. Good news: everyone else was late too. It still got me upset.

January 4: I leave work 2 hours early to take Gryphon to the vet (Gryphon is one of two budgies). The pet taxi is 25 minutes late, gets lost and drops us off at the vet appointment 80 minutes late. They are gracious and agree to see us. The pet taxi driver then drives us home and I disover that the fare has been "reduced" to $25 each direction from $35. This is fantastic seeing as he had quoted $10 each way on the phone. He thought I wanted to go somewhere else. Bottom line: I have to take both budgies back 3 more times and the cab is going to cost more than the vet treatment.

January 5: I misplace my eyeglasses and have to go to work in my contacts. Staring at a computer monitor for 8 hours in contact lenses is not good.  I went to go get my bus pass replaced. I had called customer service and they said they arranged to inform the Rideau kiosk that I was entittled to a priority seating card. I get there and after waiting over 90 minutes in line because every brain deficient student in the city needs to buy their bus pass from this kiosk on the same fucking day AND let their friends cut in line....yes, so after waiting 90 minutes turns out that customer service has done no such thing. I got transferred to the supervisor who believes my (unfortunately true) tale of woe and replaces the ID cards free of charge. Maybe it was because I was crying. Yes, lack of hormone injection turns me into an emotional fucktard. This at least meant that the financial blow of replacing my bus pass was lessened by $14. Maybe this is a turning point? The good news is I got my birth control shot so I should be feeling less moody, depressed and empty soon. Although I now need to find a receipt for when I bought a botle of vitamins that contained mystery pills. I'm still concerned about what the other pills are.

January 6: I am reluctant to leave the house to go to work. Will it be a good day, or a bad day?