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So I had a seriously shitty night last night. I got paid at midnight, and by 5pm today, my account will be overdrawn AGAIN! I wish I hadn't ever hurt my back because the $175/mo. for the chiropractor is KILLING my budget! Danny said he'd help me out cuz he had like $90 in cash on him so he'd give it to me so I could deposit it this morning, that way my account wouldn't completely overdraw... but he forgot. I've been broke for a week and a half as it is and I'll be broke for another two weeks now. *sigh* I can't stand it!
I'm supposed to go to Cowgirls Inc. tomorrow night with Ivy and Alex, and I have VIP passes for us but they have to be used before 10pm and I get off at 10. Argh. Maybe I'll be able to talk my manager into letting me off early but I doubt it.
Haven't heard from Matt in like three weeks and that's getting to me. I was just getting up the nerve to ask him to meet me somewhere too! I'll give him another week and then I'll write him again...
My next payday is on April 8th, the first day of the convention. Being that my account will be overdrawn, I'll probably be broke for the convention. *sob* I might use vacation time though.... Seriously thinking about it...
I hate the wherehouse at work. Really really really hate it. Everyone seems to always be testing me. Yesterday all the guys walked away from a live pick to see if I would get it. (Because if I didn't, then they could get me in trouble.) I had ten minutes to kill before I was off so I grabbed it, and then realized that it was a three page, 45 piece kitchen. FUCK. I almost cried. But I did it, I got all 45 pieces out to the customer and stormed the hell out of there. (Twenty minutes late.) My back's been hurting worse than usual. I can feel my neck vertebrae grinding against the base of my skull... My shoulder muscles feel like they're ripping. Urgh! And on top of all of that, I got out to my car after work, and some dumbass customer had ran a cart into my car and made an inch long scratch that completely took the paint off. FUCK THAT.
Ok, yes, I am PMS-ing too, so it's probably not as bad as I feel, but damn!
I can't wait until July. 1. My birthday. 2. Danny's birthday. 3. going to Atlanta for Ikea buildup. 4. extra paycheck. 5. Overtime from Atlanta on extra paycheck. I've decided that I'm going to Gameworks for my birthday. I don't care if anyone else comes with me. That's where I'll be. Getting shitty drunk and playing video games. Not like I don't do that every night. This year, I'm damn well gonna do what I want to do! As much as I love church, it's not exactly 21-run material and I'm still pissed that the guys took me there when what I wanted to do was Gameworks or barhop in Pioneer Square.
I have a massive papercut at the base of my thumb. Y'know, right where the webbing kind of stuff is? It's a cardboard cut actually. Really frigging deep. And all the shit in that wherehouse comes from so many different countries and there is so much shit on it. And I can't get a bandaid to stay on! I'm convinced that my thumb is going to get infected and fall off.
All I want to do is go home. To my mom. And lay in bed with my dogs. Maybe get drunk and lay in bed. I don't care. I just feel like I'm going cry all the time! Argh! It pisses me off!
I'm supposed to go to Cowgirls Inc. tomorrow night with Ivy and Alex, and I have VIP passes for us but they have to be used before 10pm and I get off at 10. Argh. Maybe I'll be able to talk my manager into letting me off early but I doubt it.
Haven't heard from Matt in like three weeks and that's getting to me. I was just getting up the nerve to ask him to meet me somewhere too! I'll give him another week and then I'll write him again...
My next payday is on April 8th, the first day of the convention. Being that my account will be overdrawn, I'll probably be broke for the convention. *sob* I might use vacation time though.... Seriously thinking about it...
I hate the wherehouse at work. Really really really hate it. Everyone seems to always be testing me. Yesterday all the guys walked away from a live pick to see if I would get it. (Because if I didn't, then they could get me in trouble.) I had ten minutes to kill before I was off so I grabbed it, and then realized that it was a three page, 45 piece kitchen. FUCK. I almost cried. But I did it, I got all 45 pieces out to the customer and stormed the hell out of there. (Twenty minutes late.) My back's been hurting worse than usual. I can feel my neck vertebrae grinding against the base of my skull... My shoulder muscles feel like they're ripping. Urgh! And on top of all of that, I got out to my car after work, and some dumbass customer had ran a cart into my car and made an inch long scratch that completely took the paint off. FUCK THAT.
Ok, yes, I am PMS-ing too, so it's probably not as bad as I feel, but damn!
I can't wait until July. 1. My birthday. 2. Danny's birthday. 3. going to Atlanta for Ikea buildup. 4. extra paycheck. 5. Overtime from Atlanta on extra paycheck. I've decided that I'm going to Gameworks for my birthday. I don't care if anyone else comes with me. That's where I'll be. Getting shitty drunk and playing video games. Not like I don't do that every night. This year, I'm damn well gonna do what I want to do! As much as I love church, it's not exactly 21-run material and I'm still pissed that the guys took me there when what I wanted to do was Gameworks or barhop in Pioneer Square.
I have a massive papercut at the base of my thumb. Y'know, right where the webbing kind of stuff is? It's a cardboard cut actually. Really frigging deep. And all the shit in that wherehouse comes from so many different countries and there is so much shit on it. And I can't get a bandaid to stay on! I'm convinced that my thumb is going to get infected and fall off.
All I want to do is go home. To my mom. And lay in bed with my dogs. Maybe get drunk and lay in bed. I don't care. I just feel like I'm going cry all the time! Argh! It pisses me off!