April Fools Day sucks.

I did NOT have a good April first. Just about everything that could have gone wrong did. There'll be more detail later, but I hope April second goes better.

The decision the day hinges upon: to work or to call out sick. :/

Yesterday.

+Slept until ten.
-Could have slept until twelve.
+Got my laundry done!
-Had to redo laundry because of street construction; water's coming in brown.
-Had to redo my shower, too. D:<
-Your Phill's mom. :///////
-Anthony called and didn't buy that I was pretending to be sick.
-Laundromats cost money (and I'd never been to one before. No, college doesn't count).
+Got some reading done.
-Got no sewing done.
+Went to Astoria Park.
++Astoria Park is always awesome, and there's never anything bad to say about it. ^_^
-Of all the parody movies we could have seen, we chose the suckiest one.
+I had "SUPAIDA! SUPAIDAMAAAAAAAAAN" going through my head half the time.
-I kept getting text messages, which interrupted my moments of zen.
--I kept getting irrationally upset and taking it out on Phill. D:
+Applebee's for dinner.
-The Mets lost 5-4 in 10 on the road. Fucking OPENING DAY.
-----The Yankees won 3-2 in 8 1/2 at home. Fucking OPENING DAY.
+++++My waitress was awesome and got me the last chocolate mousse, which was the only dessert I felt I could stomach. Anything heavier made my stomach turn at the mention. I was sick from having cried so much.
+I decided to call out sick today. He bought it. But he's still a douchebag.
+x∞I've decided to quit. I'm fucking DONE.

Summation: Yesterday was more no than yes. I hate April Fool's Day, and I'm glad it's a YEAR until the next one.

Anthony's douchebaggery: Remember all the other times when I worked at Roosevelt Field, that I mentioned how Star was going to leave? Well, Star finally left (and I'll miss her! T_T). As Dian was telling me through text messages last night, it leaves her as the only keyholder, aside of Anthony. >.>;; He'd known that Star was going to leave for at least three months and he couldn't hire someone to replace her? Or promote one of the (two) associates to do it? You're just a lazy fuckhead and I'm a convenient fix, yes? Fuck you, I'm calling in sick.

Tomorrow, I think I'll close around nine so I can catch my bus (and sew or read, so I could do things that are important to me). I'd like to go home and get some sleep so I can open on Friday before I run around THE WHOLE OF LONG ISLAND like a fucking maniac. When I get back to Queens, I'm discussing a Battle Action Plan™ to see if I can't get my fellows to do the simultaneous!quit that we'd half-jokingly planned on.

Peace, bitches. I'm out.