- 3 years ago
- Wedding: July 2014
Im under a lot of stress, between our house and daily bills, my boss being an ass, planning the wedding alone, FI’s job, you name it. So this has been building up inside for quite a while now.
Saturday, FI was off so we decided to go make our registry at Walmart. We already made one at Dillards, and that was pretty fun, so i thought it would help me de-stress. Plus, you know, the shower is in 3 months, so…
Anyway, we drove 45 minutes to get to a large walmart, stood in line ten minutes to create the registry, at which time it told me to go to the jewelry counter for the scanner. Great. Well we get over to the jewelry counter and we stood there for literally an hour waiting on this woman to come over there. She finally got there and asked what i wanted, i showed her the paper and asked for a scanner. She puts a hand on her hip, and says in a very sassy tone, “We dont have any. You people come asking all the time, we dont do that anymore! Go online!” Then walks away.
I was just in shock, i didnt know what to do. FI pulled me away and we went ahead and did our shopping there, but i was so pissed it took all i had not to cry in the store. It made me madder than anything else because i drove 45 minutes to get there and im on restricted mileage, which means that now i will probably be over for the month, and i really didnt have the gas to go there in the first place but the local walmart is too small for a registry.
Then when we got home, i started working on programs and drinking cups. No matter what i did i couldnt get the labels for the cups to print because my FI’s computer does not have word, so i couldnt find a template that would print in a nice font. I tried the online template but it kept changing the font to Arial.
I gave that up as a bad job and started on the programs. i worked three hours on them and still couldnt get them to space right, it was either too close together or too small or too big. I had a full on stress breakdown right there at the computer. FI got pissed at me and told me to go lay down until i calmed down. Which caused a fight between us, because ive been doing it all by myself for the last three years and its just gotten to be too much.
After our fight i went and laid down while he attempted to make sense of the programs. He did manage to get the labels to print correctly, but that didnt help my mood much because apparently “Clear” does not mean clear, it means “transparent white” which sticks out like a sore thumb against clear cups. FML…