I freaking love my manager. He was making the schedule today, and decided to call me first to ask me when I wanted to work. So I go into work, and he gives me monday off so that I can go shopping with briana all day, wednesday off just for the hell of it, and friday off because he remembers how I always used to complain about how I hated working
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my car has hit the dreaded 60,000 mile mark, which means i need to get the dreaded 60,000 mile maintenance work done, for a stupid $269. Ugh. And my mother smirked when I asked if she would help pay for it.
I cannot wait for the world of noodles or our girly california trip to fashion island. should we go to disneyland, just for the hell of it? or save the disney for the fall when it's not so damn hot? such tough decisions we face.
i don't have to work again until tuesday! woot! well, aside from this meeting on saturday morning, but i don't have to wear a hat, OR tuck in my shirt for said meeting.
cream cheese is great. just this afternoon i spread some on a tortilla and rolled it up. unfortunately it was not nearly as good as those mexican tortillas. we need to go to mexico too. call me when you get off of work tomorrow night. we can do something great and new. mikey keeps calling me and text messaging me, and i never have my phone when he does, so i don't find out until two days later, and i feel bad, and i think he thinks i'm ditching him. we could call him up and hang out with him. that's something we've never done. we could go to a grocery store and have him lift olives or something, and then he'd realize how lame we are, and he'd never call me again.
i'm going to go to bed now, because i have to be up and ready for justen's dad's graduation by 7:30 in the morning. eww. i hope we get to go to lunch afterwards, that would be swell. goodnite kimberly sue.
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if we can't think of anything else to do on our road trip besides the beach and fashion island, i think we should consider a disney day. i mean, we'll be so close!
and yes, if all else fails, lets hang with mikey. the man can lift giant cans of olives. he's got to be exciting. that is, until he finds out we're dorks and scampers away into the night to a "hip new club".
i should get out of work around 9:30 if all goes well and customers decide to actually leave at 9 instead of wander around staring at everything they pass until they finally drag their sorry asses to the register at 9:15 with a 2 dollar squeaky toy and a soda. can you tell i'm really hating customers today?
goodnight briana. have fun at the graduation.
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