The Bitch of Living

Ok, today wasn't really that bad. (And I am exaggerating with my use of song titles.) But it wasn't a great day. And it felt really long. And I apologize for the rant that follows.
I had my first class today, and I was actually really excited. (It's my Jane Austen class - how could I not be?) Then I was supposed to have my first day interning at the Theatre Royal, which I'm really pumped about. (My roommate and I, who's also interning at the theatre although for a slightly different department, had a tour of the whole building yesterday. I cannot say how happy it made me to be back in theatre after being away for the whole summer.) But things didn't go according to plan.
I found out when I got to our study center, right before class was supposed to start, that my class was rescheduled - our tutor had a problem getting to Bath because of a train fatality (which apparently are very popular in this country. I guess that's the way to go?) My class was scheduled at 11:40 and then I was going to go to the theatre at 2:30 after class, but the class was rescheduled to 4:00. So I frantically ran to the computer lab to email my boss to see if I could show up earlier than we had planned, so I could work more than just an hour today.
I had planned to do some errands between my class and going to the theatre so I figured I would just take care of them now. My first stop was go to the bank and withdraw money so I could pay for books and finally get my phone unlocked and British-ized. The bank I wanted to go to ( Barclays, which has a relationship with Band of America and so shouldn't charge me any extra fees) is right by the study center. I get there..and the ATM is down. I figured using the ATM would be easier than going inside and I was sure that there was another Barclays nearby so I decided to just go find that. Plus, there was a guy who had showed up to the ATM right after me and had left it quickly and with purpose, presumably to find another ATM. Now I'm honestly not a creeper, but I thought I would tail this guy and then he could lead me to the nearest Barclays ATM. (It made a lot of sense at the time - I was hungry and stressed! - and I've learned about trailing from the media, so I didn't walk righ behind him or anything. I feel it was very subtle.) Unfortunately, he then went into the grocery store to use the non-brand name ATM there. So that didn't help. I decided that I might as well trek out on my own - after all, I had a pretty good idea of where the next Barclays is. I searched for about 15 minutes and finally decided I should just head back to that first Barclays and go inside. (Too bad, because I stopped searching just one block before a Barclays. Boo.)
I walked back to the Barclays by the study center and went inside. There was this little walkway right before the actual bank door itself and in the walkway was a very old British lady and a lesser older British lady and her middle aged son. And they were all trying to get into the bank and couldn't. The door was locked. Thankfully, I wasn't acting the fool all by myself while we tried for at least five minutes to get into the bank (because why would it be closed in the middle of the day?) and complained to each other. Eventually, someone from the bank poked his head out and said the building was closed for about 20 mintues because of something involving fixing the ATM - which was my problem in the first place.
Ok. Fine. I just won't get money today. That's alright. I then hurried over to the local music store, hoping my day would get better because the new Sondre Lerche CD is supposed to be on sale! Yay! After hunting around the store, though, and not finding anything, I finally went up to the girl at the counter. Apparently, although Sondre's official website says the CD was supposed to be released yesterday in the UK, the store's information (as well as Amazon UK) says that the CD's not released until October. So my one guaranteed pick-me-up - gone.
Thankfully, I was able to head into the theatre early. Not so fortunately, I spent my time making copies and searching the internet for rehearsal space (a surprising incredibly daunting task) and then awkwardly calling these British people about room rates and whatnot. Typical intern stuff, and I know I'm going to be doing much more exciting stuff than this throughout the rest of the semester, but it wasn't the magical theatre cure that I thought it would be.
Finally, I got to my Jane Austen class, which was supposed to be the start of my day, not the end of it, which was actually almost worth the delay. The beginning was the boring, beginning of class stuff, but once we started discussions it was really exciting. Then I got home and made some mac and cheese (it's not the Blue Box, but for microwave grown up stuff it was pretty good) and watched some Arrested Development, so it's not all bad.
Today was just a big reminder that this semester won't be all sunshine and rainbows and magical abroad-ness. It's still school and it's still real life, so some suck-age is naturally going to be involved. There's always going to be "one of those days" and hopefully I'll still be able to make it work. Maybe.