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Bleh. I've been about one step from crying most of the day. Not that anything awful's happened, just various minor stresses combined with frustration and disappointment and more stress from having to deal with another order gone wrong. (*sighs* I'm beginning to think I should just stop ordering things.) It shouldn't really be a big deal either, but I'm not even sure what I want to do, and I always hate having to make complaints like that. Mostly, I think, because I tend to have a hard time believing I'm really in the right and it's not a result of some stupid mistake or misunderstanding on my part. Plus, however upset I am about something like that, I hate making a fuss or making it other people's problem too. :P
I think I'm about due for my six-month cry. *adds it up* Yep, maybe a bit overdue, actually. Heh, on a normal basis I rarely get really upset about things, certainly not enough to cry about it, but about every four to six months I'll have a thorough cry. Usually triggered by something stupid, like walking into a wall.
Anyway, probably still wouldn't have been a big deal, if I could've just stayed home and worked on things and gotten some of it over with. But no, I had to go to the orthodontist, because they adjusted my wire retainer a while ago, and since then my teeth have gotten worse instead of better. I always get rather flustered when trying to describe something that's wrong with my teeth like that or give decisive answers to their questions, made rather worse because the orthodontist here intimidates me, and complicated by the fact that I'm now old enough that they, quite naturally, look to me for decisions and answers - except I can't usually make those decisions, because my parents still pay for such things, and since I don't have a driver's license yet my schedule's determined by when Mom can bring me... So I was terrified that I was going to randomly burst into tears the moment I tried to explain the problem to him. :P
Managed not to make such an utter idiot out of myself that I would't dare show my face there again, thankfully. So now that I've escaped making a public scene, I should probably just cry and get it over with. Except my piano teacher's gonna be here any minute.
Maybe I'll just eat chocolate instead.
Wah.
I think I'm about due for my six-month cry. *adds it up* Yep, maybe a bit overdue, actually. Heh, on a normal basis I rarely get really upset about things, certainly not enough to cry about it, but about every four to six months I'll have a thorough cry. Usually triggered by something stupid, like walking into a wall.
Anyway, probably still wouldn't have been a big deal, if I could've just stayed home and worked on things and gotten some of it over with. But no, I had to go to the orthodontist, because they adjusted my wire retainer a while ago, and since then my teeth have gotten worse instead of better. I always get rather flustered when trying to describe something that's wrong with my teeth like that or give decisive answers to their questions, made rather worse because the orthodontist here intimidates me, and complicated by the fact that I'm now old enough that they, quite naturally, look to me for decisions and answers - except I can't usually make those decisions, because my parents still pay for such things, and since I don't have a driver's license yet my schedule's determined by when Mom can bring me... So I was terrified that I was going to randomly burst into tears the moment I tried to explain the problem to him. :P
Managed not to make such an utter idiot out of myself that I would't dare show my face there again, thankfully. So now that I've escaped making a public scene, I should probably just cry and get it over with. Except my piano teacher's gonna be here any minute.
Maybe I'll just eat chocolate instead.
Wah.
