People are thwarting me!

Ever have one of those days where everyone (and everything) seems to be against you? I mean full-on, going out of their way, on purpose, trying to frustrate your every move? Well, imagine you are me - I am not only having one of those days, I'm having one of those lives.  Yesterday, as I was both entering and leaving the gym, two different guys did not hold the door for me. My favorite treadmill was taken. The A&P was out of the flavor yogurt I like. I was supposed to babysit this weekend, a paying job, which I was excited about because I have exactly $14 to my name, but my sister expects me to help her move instead. My mother took her side. Although I have begun exercising and have drastically reduced my calorie intake, I have yet to lose a pound. Because of my sad unemployed state, I have to straighten my own hair. Now you might be sitting in front of your computer thinking to yourself, "God, this chick is a whiner!", and you'd be right - I am a total whiner. I know that there are many, many people in the world with much worse problems than I have, but frankly, that doesn't make my issues any easier to deal with, and in my defense, I actually have far worse problems than this, but they are way too depressing to write about, and most of them are my own fault anyway. That's why I harp on the fact that I had to go to 3 different A&P's to get my yogurt, and I kinda hate my prima donna sister, because then I don't have to address the fact that I don't have a job because of my own poor decision making skills. Who decided to major in English? Me. Who decided to become a Catholic school teacher? Me. Who got so depressed over making a salary that basically qualified me as an indentured servant that instead of getting a second job or spending time on my writing, I ate my body weight in cheese doodles every night? Yeah, that was me, too. So I've decided to make myself feel better by assigning myself only about 60% of the blame for the sad state of affairs in my house (OK - apartment. Hey, shouldn't I at least own a condo by now??) and the other 40% I assign to all the mean people who stomp on my dreams every day by letting doors slam in my face, and making me help them move, and never taking my side, even when I am clearly right, and of course, to all those skinny bitches who keep buying all the chocolate yogurt without leaving any for me.