I've got my crabby pants on..
Where should I start? Thursday or Tuesday? How.. about.. Thursday..
Thursday
I went up to Shark's Pool Hall to see Ken Hill's band and Reverie. The bands were good actually, better than I thought, but there was a lot of dumb people there. And of course, Chelsey and Miranda, the two biggest dick dykes ever. Yeah, Miranda's a bitch. I was on the 1 foot high stage talking with my friend Matt and Miranda bitches at me, "You can't go on the stage unless you're in a band." I gave her a nasty look and then jumped down and jumped back up, wiggled my butt, and then jumped back down. I jumoed back up and finished my conversation with Matt.
I gave this guy Ken a ride home and he is hot in that "punk rock" type of way.
Overall, I thought the show would be more .. than what it was socially, but the music was better than I thought. Matt did great with his guitar solo.
Friday
I had super plans to go to the mall with my friend Kristin and buy a new outfit since I would have a whole five days off. Well, Tim calls me at three thirty and asked me if I could come in for him because he was sick. I was so ticked, so I said, "fine!" and hung up the phone. I was crabby, but work wasn't so bad. I like the money and all, but I really wanted to pick out a new outfit.
Saturday
Saturday morning, I get a call from work and Brandi asked if I could come in because Tim decided not to show up. I said I would be there by eleven; I wasn't so crabby. Work was fine, but:
- the computers went down so we had to do everything manually. And here's an example of how crucial Annie is to our workforce: Missy told me to write all the deliveries up manually, so I said well you help and do half. Annie's standing by the counter talking to Missy when a customer comes to the counter. Annie didn't move, but Brandi who was back there getting change from the safe had to ring up their purchase.
- Lisa from the gift store got sick, soo Missy had to go over there and cover the till. "Hayley, do you think you could tech for me?" Not only were the computers down, but I had to fill every Rx. I switched registers over to the old one so eventually I could ring everything up.
- Dave called and I told him I wanted a raise, so we're going to talk about that tomorrow. That's a plus.
- Stewart killed a mouse that was in our store. I was ticked. He stabbed it to death with a dull, plastic shovel. The door to get outside was like a foot away. I am still mad at him.
Saturday night was better. I went to Wal-Mart and eventually Target to get the latest issue of Vogue because it has a small article about corsettes with Dita von Tesse.
I stopped by my friend Dan's for a little while until Jeese called me to go to Cory's party.
The party: I have never seen some many people in a one floor apartment. I only made it to the hallway. I couldn't even move in the kitchen. There had to be atleast a hundred people there, no doubt. I made it to the keg and that ..mm hot punk rock boy Ken was feeling my ass. I was so squished though. Jeese was leaving to drop 'L' off, so I went with them. We stopped at the grocery store and went back to Cory's. I saw Ken in the street, but walked Jeese to the house and went back to talk to Ken. Chelsey (who has never drank ever before) drank herself sick. She was crying. I felt kinda bad, but it was funny at the same time. I told Ken I was leaving because I didn't really feel like go back in there.
I left and as I'm driving to Belknap, this squad car speeds by me. I knew he was going to bust up the party, so I drove by and there were squads everywhere and a shit load of kids leaving the apartment. The party was busted by 11:30 and I was five minutes away from getting an underage. I knew they party with that many people wasn't going to last long.
Spent the rest of the night talking to Johnny on the phone. He told me many things that made me blush. I really need to change my mood towards him. I miss him..
Sunday
Went into work and again did most of Missy's work. It was a very pleasant day and I finished everything that needed to be accomplished plus more. Tim called and asked if I was there. Brandi told him, "Yeah, she was here Saturday morning when we called because no one showed up." He told her that I was going to cover the whole weekend for him which he never told me. He is going to be getting fired tomorrow because I called Vicki and she told me to come in. So, I crossed his name off of the whole schedule and picked up three (?) more days. I'll be working Monday thru Monday plus the Tuesday and Wednesday (and possibly Thursday) of the next couple weeks.
Don called me again. Yuck. I don't mean "Yuck" yuck, but I am totally grossed out about the thought of dating him. My phone died on him on the way to the keg/whop last night so he left me a message something like this: "Hey Hayley, you never called me back last night so I was kinda fucking pissed off about that, but anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come over. I'm making homemade spaghetti and I was going to watch some movies since none of my roommates are home. Give me a call back." If I went, I could never explain how uncomfortable and wrong the situation would be, so I never called him back.