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"I don't have powers. I just didn't sleep for three months!" - Penn interviewing Chris Angel and explaining the fact that no, magicians do not have powers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtlpkjGXQeQ&NR=1
This morning was interesting. I was hapilly pushing the snooze button on my alarm at around 9:30 when my mother comes in looking confused.
CJ: "*incoherant not-quite-awake noises*"
Mom: Um...aren't you supposed to be at work?
CJ: *more incoherant noises* Not 'till 'leven...
M: Um... the schedule says 7:45.
CJ: No, I checked last night. 's 'leven.
M: Um. Let me go check again. *leaves*
CJ: *rolls back over*
M: *returns* Nope. 7:45. Did they not call you?
CJ: *looks at phone and sees a voicemail and a text message from head cashier* Thank you. Please leave.
M: Alright. *leaves*
CJ: *meltdown*
Yeah. Not a good morning. Head cashier and manager both were like, "Oh. Okay. You looked at the wrong date. No big deal. We've got people covering it. Take the rest of the day off and we'll just use this to cut hours. See you tomorrow!"
All this while I'm trying to not let them hear me sobbing on the phone like an idiot.
Maybe I am being too hard on myself. I mean, everyone makes mistakes and it's not like I'm doing this repeatedly. I just guess at my age I should be able to read a flippin' calander. Though, I guess it is good that they were worried about my safety rather than thinking, "Oh jeeze... where is she this time?"
I'm almost done with my cloak. Through this process I've realized that this activity should not be called "sewing" so much as "pinning, unpinning, repinning, unpinning again, and pinning some more with a few minutes spent at the sewing machine.. tops." I have also discovered that I need a dress-maker's dummy. Bad. I'll probably make that next after I finish the cloak and the cat beds. A bit of cheap pipe, duct tape, and some paper mache' later, I should be in business. Maybe I'll convince mom to take me shopping for fabric to cheer me up. Then I'll just mmerse myself in sewing and role play. That'll be good. Maybe this is actually a good thing. I guess I just really needed the time off work.
It'll be okay in the end.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtlpkjGXQeQ&NR=1
This morning was interesting. I was hapilly pushing the snooze button on my alarm at around 9:30 when my mother comes in looking confused.
CJ: "*incoherant not-quite-awake noises*"
Mom: Um...aren't you supposed to be at work?
CJ: *more incoherant noises* Not 'till 'leven...
M: Um... the schedule says 7:45.
CJ: No, I checked last night. 's 'leven.
M: Um. Let me go check again. *leaves*
CJ: *rolls back over*
M: *returns* Nope. 7:45. Did they not call you?
CJ: *looks at phone and sees a voicemail and a text message from head cashier* Thank you. Please leave.
M: Alright. *leaves*
CJ: *meltdown*
Yeah. Not a good morning. Head cashier and manager both were like, "Oh. Okay. You looked at the wrong date. No big deal. We've got people covering it. Take the rest of the day off and we'll just use this to cut hours. See you tomorrow!"
All this while I'm trying to not let them hear me sobbing on the phone like an idiot.
Maybe I am being too hard on myself. I mean, everyone makes mistakes and it's not like I'm doing this repeatedly. I just guess at my age I should be able to read a flippin' calander. Though, I guess it is good that they were worried about my safety rather than thinking, "Oh jeeze... where is she this time?"
I'm almost done with my cloak. Through this process I've realized that this activity should not be called "sewing" so much as "pinning, unpinning, repinning, unpinning again, and pinning some more with a few minutes spent at the sewing machine.. tops." I have also discovered that I need a dress-maker's dummy. Bad. I'll probably make that next after I finish the cloak and the cat beds. A bit of cheap pipe, duct tape, and some paper mache' later, I should be in business. Maybe I'll convince mom to take me shopping for fabric to cheer me up. Then I'll just mmerse myself in sewing and role play. That'll be good. Maybe this is actually a good thing. I guess I just really needed the time off work.
It'll be okay in the end.