the difference between an 'a' and a 'p' is small but important
huh. remember how i came stumbling home friday night at, like 3am, all drunk and whimsical. it was because i had forgotten i was supposed to be working at 5:45am on saturday.
got a phone call at 6am asking "where are you?"...."uh....brooklyn" is my responce. smooth aubri. nothing like being an hour and a half late for work.
then i still had the kaplan class (which i was also late for, ugh)
so, 2 hours of sleep had me at work from 6am to 6pm. then i went home, took another hour nap and hopped back up to go meet myra at babel for nadia's birthday. i like bable. nice vibe, good music, hookah's, but HELLA expesnive. it makes the wallet weep.
went grazing with the pretty and wound up with this 22yr old afficianado of tall girls buying us hookahs and drinks. he coould dance merengue, so myra was happy. i had been experiencing REALLY painful stomach cramps all day (had to get up during my kaplan class 4 times during the course of it to go be very sick in the bathroom), and they came back around 2am. tried to let them pass but they were persistent, so around 3 i hightailed it home.
so there i was, lying on the couch, falling asleep to memoirs of a geisha (which would have been better had they chosen ANY of the talented native english speaking japanese actresses in the world, so the dialogue wouldn't have been lost to stilted chinese accents. not that i don't give the actors credit, but it just seems silly to me). anyway, falling asleep and think to myself 'do i work at 6pm or 7pm?". open up my book to see it says 5:45am. not 5:45pm. am. and, of course, it's like, 5am.
so i hustle my ass to wind up waiting for the train For Ever, and then having the train wait at stops and run local and take For Ever to get to work, so i STILL wind up being half and hour late.
ugh.
which is great, just great. at least i already had my 6 month review.
so worked today, too. got of at 12:30 and decided to go shopping for new black shirts for work at stout. managed to get 6 new shirts and a skirt for $50, which makes me feel like a rock star. thank you h&m for buy one get one sales. thank you old navy for $2 shirt clearance.
finally got home around 4, and fell asleep around 6. woken up by antony, his friend and a dog around 8, so i moved to my room. now here i am at midnight, eating for the first time today, and thinking of going back to bed.
it's been a very long weekend. work 10am - 1am tomorrow. oye.
got a phone call at 6am asking "where are you?"...."uh....brooklyn" is my responce. smooth aubri. nothing like being an hour and a half late for work.
then i still had the kaplan class (which i was also late for, ugh)
so, 2 hours of sleep had me at work from 6am to 6pm. then i went home, took another hour nap and hopped back up to go meet myra at babel for nadia's birthday. i like bable. nice vibe, good music, hookah's, but HELLA expesnive. it makes the wallet weep.
went grazing with the pretty and wound up with this 22yr old afficianado of tall girls buying us hookahs and drinks. he coould dance merengue, so myra was happy. i had been experiencing REALLY painful stomach cramps all day (had to get up during my kaplan class 4 times during the course of it to go be very sick in the bathroom), and they came back around 2am. tried to let them pass but they were persistent, so around 3 i hightailed it home.
so there i was, lying on the couch, falling asleep to memoirs of a geisha (which would have been better had they chosen ANY of the talented native english speaking japanese actresses in the world, so the dialogue wouldn't have been lost to stilted chinese accents. not that i don't give the actors credit, but it just seems silly to me). anyway, falling asleep and think to myself 'do i work at 6pm or 7pm?". open up my book to see it says 5:45am. not 5:45pm. am. and, of course, it's like, 5am.
so i hustle my ass to wind up waiting for the train For Ever, and then having the train wait at stops and run local and take For Ever to get to work, so i STILL wind up being half and hour late.
ugh.
which is great, just great. at least i already had my 6 month review.
so worked today, too. got of at 12:30 and decided to go shopping for new black shirts for work at stout. managed to get 6 new shirts and a skirt for $50, which makes me feel like a rock star. thank you h&m for buy one get one sales. thank you old navy for $2 shirt clearance.
finally got home around 4, and fell asleep around 6. woken up by antony, his friend and a dog around 8, so i moved to my room. now here i am at midnight, eating for the first time today, and thinking of going back to bed.
it's been a very long weekend. work 10am - 1am tomorrow. oye.