Misery

Question: Why was it so painful to drive 6 hours down to Orange Country from Fremont when I've done longer road trips back East without a hint of crankiness?

Answer: Because I was with my parents.

It's been a couple days since I put my parents on a plane back to Fremont. Oddly enough, I've actually missed them. Or maybe, I just missed the familiarity of someone here in Costa Mesa. I think they felt awkward when they (my parents) realized that I actually didn't want to be here.

On Friday, a good friend from back home (home being D.C. of course) came out to visit. Conveniently enough, his dad lives about 45 minutes away from me and he happened to do what I did but in reverse. Fly into SoCal in order to drive the horrific 6 hours to NorCal. I don't know which is worse - driving alone or driving with my parents.

Driving with my parents.


Anyway, Thursday was probably the first day that I haven't cried. Baby steps? I think so. Unfortunately, it's not getting any easier. Apparently Dell Computers has estimated that they will ship my computer to me on 9/7/07. Yup, that's not a typo. SEPTEMBER 7TH. That's like 3 weeks after school starts and definitely over a month since I ordered the little piece of shit. I blame all the people who recommended it. And of course every time I call I get some idiot who's probably my third cousin once removed in the Philippines. F* that. I want my stupid computer.
Secondly and probably most importantly, the Department of Justice still hasn't paid me my final paycheck. Now, explain this to me: In a government agency that rarely goes off routine, why, WHY would something as simple as a final electronic disbursement be difficult to do? Oh right. BECAUSE ITS THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. As if they hadn't screwed me over enough already by asking me to work late hours and give up weekends and holidays, they just happen to forget to pay me. Bitches, you owe me at LEAST a grand and a half. Pay up.

In all fairness, my attitude on life in the OC is starting to look a little less gloomy. Like I said, my friend came to visit and we had a blast. My roommate and I went to the beach yesterday and it was gorgeous. The weather was nice, the people were beautiful and there was a couple sitting no more than 20 feet from me smoking a joint.


How can I not like California? (No, really, please convince me.)