First world problems. My date for tomorrow night cancelled. She's dead to me now!
I really want to get drunk to embrace the misery of the cancellation, but I have to get up at 7am to go to a job interview.
I might get drunk anyway and just turn up drunk. I live in Russia...it'll be fine. It's bad manners not to go to an interview drunk. Well, that's the excuse I'm running with.
Also, I usually finish work at 10pm on a Friday night. Next week I was supposed to have a cancellation, which would mean that I could go home at 7pm. Today they cheerfully told me that they wouldn't be cancelling next week after all. I grinned and told them that this was great news. But inside I died.
edit; So, I decided not to get drunk after all. Shame on me for being so responsible.
edit edit; I was offered the job, but the pay was below me. Now, rather than going on my date, I'm drinking until my brain ceases to function.
edit edit edit; Rather than make a new post, I'll just edit this one. It's warm. Spring is here. So I want to have my bedroom window open and enjoy the spring air. But my f*cking c*nt of a neighbour, who lives above me, apparently needs to smoke every 15 f*cking minutes and pollute my bedroom with rancid cigarette smoke. I'm not a smoker, but some brands of cigarettes don't smell too bad. The brand he smokes has a strong acrid smell to them. Now my room smells of it.
I dare not say anything to him either since he is mentally unstable and does things such as screaming at 4am and smashing bottles and breaking furniture (all of which I get to listen to) on a very regular basis.
Last edited by Kharn The Complainer; 05-02-16 at 10:08 AM.