accidental breadcrumbs
It smells amazing outside in my yard right now. The dryer is on and that smell is mixing with the post-rain smell of the evening. Also while I was out there my next door neighbour seemed to be drinking beer in his shed while listening to Tom Waits? Maybe he's cooler than I figured.
Yesterday I had a date with Laryssa to make dinner and raid each other's music collections. It was a successful visit - we made (mostly) vegan moussaka that was EXTREMELY DELICIOUS, got stoned, talked about music, and I helped her remove a wad of gum from her hair using peanut butter and a fine-toothed comb. Oh, Lars.
In crappier news, I am training a new kid at work. He is 18 and fresh-faced and annoying. And lacking in common sense. I seriously am put in a bitchy mood by having to talk to him all day, and then I talk to him like he's retarded, which makes me mad at at myself because I don't want to be a bitch, and I don't want to hate him. I just want him to understand some things without being told. I want him not to follow me around every second (he literally will follow me when I walk across the room to put something in the trash) if I haven't given him explicit instructions on what to do. If he hasn't improved by the end of next week I am basically going to tell Melissa I can't work with him. He mentioned that he may be transferred to menswear since Karen is leaving and pleasepleaseplease let this be true. I don't want him to be out of a job because of me (though in my eyes it is because he is incompetent), but I also don't want to have to deal with him all the time.
I have like 41 pimples on my face and now I am grossed out when I look in the mirror, and am self-conscious when I have to leave the house, which is every day. Ugh. Isn't birth control supposed to improve this shit?
Yesterday I had a date with Laryssa to make dinner and raid each other's music collections. It was a successful visit - we made (mostly) vegan moussaka that was EXTREMELY DELICIOUS, got stoned, talked about music, and I helped her remove a wad of gum from her hair using peanut butter and a fine-toothed comb. Oh, Lars.
In crappier news, I am training a new kid at work. He is 18 and fresh-faced and annoying. And lacking in common sense. I seriously am put in a bitchy mood by having to talk to him all day, and then I talk to him like he's retarded, which makes me mad at at myself because I don't want to be a bitch, and I don't want to hate him. I just want him to understand some things without being told. I want him not to follow me around every second (he literally will follow me when I walk across the room to put something in the trash) if I haven't given him explicit instructions on what to do. If he hasn't improved by the end of next week I am basically going to tell Melissa I can't work with him. He mentioned that he may be transferred to menswear since Karen is leaving and pleasepleaseplease let this be true. I don't want him to be out of a job because of me (though in my eyes it is because he is incompetent), but I also don't want to have to deal with him all the time.
I have like 41 pimples on my face and now I am grossed out when I look in the mirror, and am self-conscious when I have to leave the house, which is every day. Ugh. Isn't birth control supposed to improve this shit?