Worst. Day. Ever.

So much for positive attitudes.

I got to work today and it was quite apparent that the mail room has never been so busy before. There were six carts of regular mail, not to mention enough UPS to fill the entire counting room. There were 2 carts sitting outside when I got there. It was also obvious that although there was tons of mail, the desk attendant didn't think that it would be helpful if she were to tag the envelopes. Which, by the way, is very helpful, especially when you look and realize that it's more than two mail girls can handle.

So I went to work. And I put the new girl to work. Except, she doesn't know how to do anything. I felt like I was constantly watching her and telling her how to do it, along with having to explain stuff about the desk to her. And it took her forever to tag anything. Not only that, but for some reason we didn't have any of these clear plastic containers that we use to hold the envelopes. And so we were putting the envelopes in the desk area, and one of the managers came and told us that it looked unprofessional and that we had to move them somewhere else. Where? There was nowhere else! So we moved them to the back where they'd be out of the way for then, but not later, and then the managers went and piled all these backpacks where we originally had put them. Professionalism, eh? And to top it off, Bev wasn't there to help be on my side.

Then Dave came in. On Saturday Marie and I saw him walking down our street holding a girl's hand and looking as pleased as punch. But we couldn't really see the girl. So today I asked Dave about his "new girlfriend", and it was Michelle. Yeah, doesn't take a shower, greasy hair, tummy hair showing Michelle. I was so mad that I literally threw a package at him. It's just like, he's dated people since me, and I've been on one date with an awkward boy. And then we he picks a girl it's Michelle. Michelle with no hygiene. And it just makes me feel like I am a piece of crap. I am on the same dating level as Michelle. And Dave says that he only upgrades, which means that in his mind, Michelle is better than I am. But how can I just explain it away as I had a desperate moment when I realize that I haven't dated anyone better than Dave? I thought that I was definitely the best part of the relationship, but when you realize that there are dates after me for Dave, and none after Dave for me, it becomes sad. Not to mention that he went on to albino/sweaty faced looking Michelle. I can't do any better than a guy that dates Michelles.

And now I am left to ponder over why I deserve an awesome job, an awesome boyfriend, an awesome ORCA grant or an awesome spot in Humor U, when I can't even do better than Dave.