Black black Monday

I’m glad nobody has been reading my blog as of late. I need to stop neglecting it.

Remember the post where I was begging for Monday to get here, because this past Sunday at home was not my best? Well, be careful what you wish for.

Monday was hell. My own personal hell. One I created, one which could easily have been avoided.

I drove to Kansas City–probably not the best idea–and went to Buffalo Wild Wings. I needed to go to at least Topeka to go to Bank of America and make a deposit, but instead of turning around in the Kansas capital, I kept on going.

I arrived just after 3. I was very apprehensive. I was worried who would show up. Elizabeth Psenski usually works Monday, but she didn’t last week, and she wouldn’t this week, either. Lisa Toebben didn’t work, even though she dropped all of her classes and has nothing to do right now, since she’s still trying to find a job. Okay, no big deal. I didn’t really come to see them specifically.

Brittany Davidson was working. There’s where it went south.

WAY SOUTH. Talking below Antarctica.

I was not pleased with the lineup working the bar area. I would have moved to the dining room, but (a) Brittany was over there, and (b) I needed juice for my albatross of a laptop. At first, I was relieved because it looked like Jaclyn Blankenship would be over there, but when I discovered one of the male servers would be in that area, I was not happy.

I packed up the computer and went onto the patio for awhile. Normally, I dislike the patio because of all the smoke, but I was the only one out there, and if there were a power outlet out there, I would have stayed outside, since it was much nicer outside than it was inside, where it was stuffy due to the up-and-down weather which has afflicted Kansas City recently.

I was very upset. I was afraid of Brittany after what she posted on my Facebook timeline a week ago Tuesday. I didn’t want to go up and talk to her because I was afraid she would bite my head off. I started to cry.

Braidey Howe checked on me from time to time, and I was still very upset. I told her my situation, and she suggested I hold off and not talk to her. I was not happy with that proposal, but I figured it was the best option. I didn’t want to cause a scene like the previous Tuesday when I embarrassed Lisa and darn near got myself booted. I stayed outside for awhile, but I had to go back inside because I wanted my computer for The Pulse.

The Pulse was awful. I scored below 27,000, which placed me about 50th nationally. What an embarrassment. My state of mind no doubt played a role in how badly I did.

The rest of the night was horrendous. I was angry about Brittany and I vented, bringing down Jaclyn and Tori in the process. I finally left at 10, or about four hours too late, two if I wanted to play The Pulse.

I was so sad I decided to comfort myself from food at Outback Steakhouse across Barry Road from Buffalo Wild Wings. In fact, Brittany Mathenia-Tucker had just started working there again after leaving B-Dubs on the night where I melted down. I feel like I may have contributed to her having the night which got her dismissed. I was sitting in her section originally, but then got kicked over to the smaller table at the other end with Lisa.

The steak from Outback was done way too much. Not rare for sure. But I didn’t order until Outback closed, so I wasn’t going to complain too much. The coconut shrimp were great.

I somehow got all of the work I needed to get done for the papers by 12:30 Tuesday. I was still worried to death about Brittany. If she won’t talk to me anymore, I have ruined yet another friendship.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on October 8, 2014, in Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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