Rough Week

I'm not going to lie - it's been a rough week so far (and we're only a few days in....sigh). As I touched upon earlier, my iPhone is completely and totally wiped clean and all my messages / contacts / pictures / voicemails / everything are gone. If you tried to contact me on Tuesday, I'm sorry, but the phone was frozen and then dead. Nothing came through and now everything's gone. WAAAAA! Yesterday I worked (I use that term loosely) on Moneyball, the new film starring Brad Pitt. Unfortunately, although I made it in time for my 6am call-time and stayed until the afternoon, Mr. Pitt never made an appearance. I should've known it was going to be a rough day after the person checking people in asked me if this big, huge man next to me (who was at least 45 years old) was my SON. Actually, she asked if he was my child because he marked the wrong box and I happened to be standing next to him. Really? My child? Come on. This happening only a few days after being at that house concert where I saw a girl from high school who 1) didn't remember me (the nerve!) and 2) Tilted her head to the side and gave me the "you're so pathetic" face upon hearing I was single with no kids. She's lucky I didn't punch her in the face. On top of all this joy, my stupid monthly bill came a million years early (sorry, I hate talking about crap like that, but it needed to be said), the same drama is happening around here, and I'm a raspy bitch. People just need to leave me alone.