Today I had the biggest headache of all time. My coworker commented on the fact that my eyes wouldn’t even open all the way, which I hadn’t noticed. What I did notice is that I put on the wrong eyeshadow and got obnoxiously large specks of glitter all over my face that wouldn’t come off because glitter is basically like herpes. My makeup did not match my mood.
People were super needy this afternoon, to the point where literally someone would call me every other minute to help them with something ridiculously simple. I finally left at 5:30 (after listening to half of last nights Jersey Shore episode on my computer whilst doing work) because it IS Friday and I was in so much pain I thought i was going to throw up.
In Times Square it took four trains to go by for there to finally be enough room for me to actually catch one. Miraculously, I made it to Penn at 6:03, just enough time to theoretically get on the 6:08, except that there was a clusterfuck of people clogging up Penn and it was clear that the LIRR was being it’s fantastic nonfunctional self. When people did eventually get on the “6:08” which really ended up being something like the “6:22” it had been combined with another train and I knew that I’d end up getting stuck standing in the middle of the aisle for 42 minutes and this headache could just not deal with that. I HAVE puked on the train before and I knew this time I wouldn’t be able to deal. While all this is happening my blackberry AND backup phone are both running out of battery. I try to stand in starbucks to charge a little. Get claustrophobic. Try to relocate. Can’t find outlet anywhere. OH BY THE WAY I’ve been dragging around an empty ProFlowers box this whole time to bring home to mail out a ukulele. I look semi-homeless/semi-prostitute. Oh yes, men are leering at me.
Finally, I find an outlet, sit down next to it, and start to charge. A cop yells at me, I subsequently unplug and decide to go into the verizon store and BUY a precharged battery. They tell me $59.99. I tell them to go fuck themselves. Ok not really, but I should have.
At this point, the gates of Penn Station have been closed and are preventing anyone else getting down to the LIRR because it was getting too crowded. I am now locked out of the LIRR section. I decide to go to McDonalds and charge. Buy a small fry and a coke, try to find an open outlet. (Also dump proflowers box that i have been holding onto for an hour looking absolutely insane.) Only open outlet is next to sleeping asian with suitcase who is also charging. I encroach on his territory and literally sit next to him. These are tough times people. Sleeping Asian wakes and tries to make conversation with me/tries to get me to split a hotel room with him? in very broken english? /tries to get me to tell him how to get to the Chelsea hostel? Like i know?
At this point we are also next to the bathrooms. Frenzy ensues. People have to pee and there is a crazy naked homeless man in the bathroom. Mexican cleaning woman is freaking out. Everyone is yelling at naked homeless man in bathroom. Pregnant women have to pee. All out crazyness.
Finally end up getting on a 7:22 train home. BEAT blackberry for ten minutes and finally get it to turn on and am able to tell my dad when to pick me up. Dad picks me up, beg him to take me to Dunkin Donuts because i need to house my nightmare. Dunkin Donuts HAS NO DONUTS LEFT.
worst night ever. get home at 8:15pm. headache is massive.
