People need more morals.
The one time I needed hope in the goodness of people I was failed.
I left a very expensive textbook in the computer lab on tuesday night; I didn't realize this until I had to go to work on wednesday. I showed up early this morning in hopes that it would still be there.
Yeah fucking right.
It wasn't in the classroom, or with the professor, or with the IT people next to the classroom or with the lost and found. The book store couldn't help me since she was a moron and said they didn't even carry the book (hint: you have a full listing of what you sell; and they were there at the start of term).
Now I was hoping that one of my group members had grabbed it by mistake and put it in their book bag in addition to theirs. I now know that one of them have not, I am hoping to god that the other one did. I mean he did go back into class to talk to the professor.
But if not I am fucking pissed. I have 2 projects that are completely out of the book. 2 projects that I can't do until I get a new book.
And this shit isn't what I deserve. I have left textbooks sitting where they were. I didn't steal them, why the fuck would you take something that isn't yours? When it could belong to a poor college student? I checked how much you could get for it online... $13.90.
Someone fucked me over for $13.90. The book cost me $68 and brand fucking new is $119. Oh, but wait. It gets worse. The college bookstore is fucking sold out of them. I can't get a new copy if I wanted to.
Just fucking great. So with standard shipping times it would get here tuesday morning. The same day the projects are due.
Not to mention yesterday was the fucking worst day I have had in ages. Nothing went right. I lost my text book, I got stuck behind a bus on the way to work. The bus stopped every 11 fucking feet. I ended up being late to work, got bitched at. Lost money for being late. My knee gave out and hurts like a bitch. My toe hurts. I went to eat my salad and it spilled everywhere. I hit everything possible with my leg. I spilled a cup of water down my shirt and had to drive home in freezing weather. And now to top it all off I am holding on to one hope.
I fucking hope David grabbed my book.
*edit*
Turns out the IT people grabbed it and put it on my professor's desk. But what I said held true, people need higher morals if I lose my book and immediately think of it being stolen.