Slightly Irritated...

This morning wasn't entirely what I would call a "good morning." My mother's car wouldn't run earlier, so I had to walk with her down to the nearest gas station to get some gas for her-about 2 1/2 gallons, I think it was. Once that had occurred, we came home and poured the amount in the car. Afterward, we headed to another gas station in order to get the remaining amount she needed in the car. I thought we would've been done and she would take me home-which she agreed to do so-but, we ended up getting a car wash right after.

It was a good thing to help my mother out when she needed it, but as a result, I find myself needing to rush quicker than usual if I am to make it to work on time today...

Incensed...

If the list of many emotions in this journal had the word "incensed," I would undoubtedly have that listed as one of my emotions. Since I can't, it's the subject header, and how I feel my day has gone-a lot of work done, and nothing to show for it.

My morning, as was shown earlier, didn't start well, yet the only good part was helping my mother out when she needed it. The remainder of my day was the same, more or less. I was called into work today-meaning I wasn't able to go to school today and had to miss a class; I'll need to make it up, knowing the school system. I was actually able to make it in on time, and worked for over four hours-nearly five, but I got to leave before 2:30. I was paid $20.00, instead of the promised $30.00, and had to use that amount to pay for lunch for myself and my boss when he'd said he would treat us. I don't understand why I couldn't have been paid the promised amount today, and don't understand why I had to give up the $20.00 almost immediately after receiving it.

The only thing I know is this: I may get the promised $30.00 later on this week, or I may get less than that as the week dwindles on, since I was promised $5.00, but I won't be getting over $100.00 this week, period. Knowing that not only sours my mood, but doesn't leave me in a good enough mood to say what I found myself dreaming about last night-the good, or the bad. No quote for today, but the noted music, even if I've used it more than once, calms me, somewhat, and it's done by one of my favorite groups; the title reminds me of what's been a required saying: The eyes are a doorway to the soul...

Potential...

A new icon-made once again by Denise for me, and I thank her for it-despite the month not being over with. I just felt like putting it up, all right? (laughs lightly)

Apparently, I'm a bit calmer than I was earlier, I'll admit. With plans to head to Heroes after work and buy the rereleased Identity Crisis issues 5 and 6, Robin #137 and Teen Titans #23, as well as being taken by my mother later on to Best Buy so I can buy the latest 3 Doors Down CD and continue with my collection, how can I not be a tiny bit excited?

Yes, for me it's not even close to the time I have set on my updated journal, but when I wake up tomorrow, that time will have passed, so it will be accurate. (Besides, on a normal evening, I'd probably stay up past that time.)

For those curious about it, this link will take you to the cover of the now-current Robin issue. http://www.dccomics.com/comics/cm_popup.php?i=2831

The evening/morning quote will be, once again, from the first issue of Identity Crisis...


"By now...I've learned to be quiet." -Robin, Identity Crisis #1