Oh goodness.

Terrible day.

(1) Kid that I haven't seen since Jr High--name of David Reinhardt (different guy than ex-boyfriend David)--calls me out of the blue and wants to go to the drive-in with me. I, in my infinite genius, go, "Dur, okay." So I've been beating myself up about that all day. Lucky for me I realized at work that I was like, I really don't want to hang out with him, I think he's pulling a Tom on me and trying to very straightforward-ly (yes, that is so a word now) and rather awkwardly pick me up. Come to find out my dad didn't really want me to go either, mostly because I haven't seen David in years and he might be a total creep now. Plus, I would've felt bad if I did go because it so clearly seemed like he wanted a date, when I already have a boyfriend, and Aaron would have been justifiably upset (even though he understands that I'm not cheating on him, I know there would've been hurt feelings because I have little experience with boys and don't know how to tactfully say no). But it's okay, because here's what happens: David calls me back; I tell him I'm sorry to flake out on him (not really) but I had a terrible day at work and I'm going to bed early tonight (mostly true), and I also casually mention that at some point next week I'm going to go visit my boyfriend. Score one for me. Or something. =P So that problem's solved, I guess. For now.

(2) I get to work and find out that I was actually schedule to work three days that I didn't come in, because I thought that I had those days off. So I naturally freaked out. Called my dad on my break and asked him what the heck I was supposed to do, and he told me to leave a note for my supervisor (she wasn't in today--of course) and go see her on Monday morning to apologize/figure out what the heck happened. Just sos ya know, last time I saw a schedule before today, it said that I had Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of this past week off; I go and look at the schedule today and it said I was supposed to work on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Apparently they changed the schedule when I wasn't there. And they never called me to tell me to come to work ... soooo ... I guess I might as well stop worrying now, because there's nothing else I can do about it.

(3) Some rather mentally slow man with a stutter asked me for my phone number today, and afterward I kept hiding from him. So that just stressed me out even more. He was talking to all the library girls working today. I just hid in the back and ran around when he wasn't looking ... but that still stresses me out. Ugh. :(

Yep. It was kind of a sucky day, but things are looking up now, anyway. I reckon.