I think about this day lots, the day that will live in infamy in my mind for ages. March 24th. Wowza was that a day. When I am having a particularly bad day, one that a good diet coke and the quote "I'm Prada you're nada" can't cure, I think "well if I endured March 24th then I can tackle anything," or I am able to laugh at how sincerely awful that day was. Either way, that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day is always coming to mind, and it is kind of funny.
March 24th started out bomb. I mean great. It was my first day at orientation of my DREAM JOB (sales person at Nordstrom, which for me, is like the shining beacon of hope that I have been wishing for for years) anyway, but I had to go to the beginning of school to attend a class to get a 10% bump on my final-which now that I am thinking about it I do not even know if I received that 10% bump and I definitely should have skipped school that day. Anyway, my outfit was super cute and I had on some rockin' bright red lipstick, I felt awesome. In first hour was when it all started, where the cracks that had been appearing in my life started to be more apparent and I could feel them separating letting out all of the hurt. In first hour I found out some devastating news about a boy that I was super into, so that put a slight damper on things. The cracks were open, and it started to hurt. After second hour was done, I had to leave for orientation. Woot woot. I was ecstatic, ecstatic to be leaving school with the people that had hurt me and ecstatic to be off to the first day of my dream. I was rocking out to- I vividly remember this moment- "Sk8r Boi" when my cute little convertible bug started to shake and steam and I had to pull over-while on the 101 by the way- where my car then stopped working and I was stuck. STUCK ON THE FREEWAY ON MY FIRST DAY TO ORIENTATION AFTER HEARING THE (as previously mentioned) WORST NEWS OF MY LIFE. I wanted to cry, I wanted to sob and to crawl under a rock. But I couldn't, I was on my way to my first day of my big girl job so I had to do the big girl thing- call my mom and have my dad come and rescue me. So that's what I did, I didn't cry yet. I couldn't mess up my makeup for my big day.
So anyway I make it to orientation, a little late and frenzied, but still lookin' good. Orientation was great, awesome, I soaked up every second and loved it. And then came lunch, where I had to patch up the activities of that mornings and bam water works. Tears all by myself in the middle of the Scottsdale food court over my panda express- which was disgusting and I didn't even finish by the way. So aside from crying all alone in the food court, messing up my makeup and my ego, I had to shuffle my way back to class and sit in another three hours of orientation with so many events hanging over my head. Now I know I was being very dramatic, but that day was out of a movie. I was almost expecting Warner Brothers to give me a call that afternoon and say "Yes, Ms Kenzie Yee, we heard about your sucky boy situation, your car breaking down on the freeway and also about your breakdown in the food court we would like to make your day into a comedy," but they did not call that afternoon. Instead that afternoon I had to teach piano, and be a little bit sad, and Warner Brothers still has not called.
Anyway, with this day always hanging over my head, maybe if I did a little (really long) rant about it, it can for sure move on from my memories. Or maybe I will always vividly remember the diet coke I was sipping while I wiped away my tears over my little black iPhone to remind me that if I can tackle March 24th, I can tackle it all. Bring it on.
(But not really because that day sucked and I really do not think I can emotionally take another March 24th until maybe I am 24 years of age)
