storm in the morning light.
i'd never thought i'd be so glad to have someone call in before.
originally, i was bummed because peg, timmy, april and dad were up visiting grandma. and later, me and lee were supposed to watch office space again. when i got that phone call from katy, saying alan called off and that i would need to work 2 shifts, i moaned a, "well, alright" and got a ride from peg. the night turned out to be pretty okay. katy kept saying how she's going to steal me for her shift, angel and rob gave me back massages and i chatted merrily with customers. yippee.
i know my lack of life is apparent when i laugh at inebriated customers repeating the word, "booth" multiple times. normal people would probably roll their eyes and sigh.
april, rita and dad came in. they caught me at the precise moment my brain decided to stop. i had to arrange the tables for five people, and could not figure it out. as simple as it was, i had two other people giving me suggestions and it still took about 10 minutes. it was a grand display of sleep and caffeine deprivation. apparently, rita told april that bcc rejected me, which is absurd. it upset me, but i'm over it. gossip is just that, and no amount of anger will prevent it. i'll just need to talk to dad, and see to it that he does not have that impression.
dad actually said, "amy, you're strange. but in a good way." to me today. honestly (and i know i overthink things, folks), it's a rather significant compliment coming from my father. i am strange, but my dad's always tried to get me to be something else entirely. by that statement and his positive attitude toward me, i'd say he's accepted that his family is not typical.
the night ended with me, rob and the hitman chatting it up outside in the cold, damp morning air. it's good to stop and laugh at all of the stupid events of the day. laughter often restores my sanity, fortunately.
i'm still unsure as to what to say to witter. it's an ugly situation, and i've been trying to remedy it. i'm not as intelligent as many build me up to be, unfortunately. i wish i was that wise. see, now, i believe that's a grammatical error, but i will leave it, as it proves my point. that, and my overuse of commas. i'sa not smert.
p.s. someone remind me to buy rat food. they've been eating apple sauce and carrots for 3 days.
originally, i was bummed because peg, timmy, april and dad were up visiting grandma. and later, me and lee were supposed to watch office space again. when i got that phone call from katy, saying alan called off and that i would need to work 2 shifts, i moaned a, "well, alright" and got a ride from peg. the night turned out to be pretty okay. katy kept saying how she's going to steal me for her shift, angel and rob gave me back massages and i chatted merrily with customers. yippee.
i know my lack of life is apparent when i laugh at inebriated customers repeating the word, "booth" multiple times. normal people would probably roll their eyes and sigh.
april, rita and dad came in. they caught me at the precise moment my brain decided to stop. i had to arrange the tables for five people, and could not figure it out. as simple as it was, i had two other people giving me suggestions and it still took about 10 minutes. it was a grand display of sleep and caffeine deprivation. apparently, rita told april that bcc rejected me, which is absurd. it upset me, but i'm over it. gossip is just that, and no amount of anger will prevent it. i'll just need to talk to dad, and see to it that he does not have that impression.
dad actually said, "amy, you're strange. but in a good way." to me today. honestly (and i know i overthink things, folks), it's a rather significant compliment coming from my father. i am strange, but my dad's always tried to get me to be something else entirely. by that statement and his positive attitude toward me, i'd say he's accepted that his family is not typical.
the night ended with me, rob and the hitman chatting it up outside in the cold, damp morning air. it's good to stop and laugh at all of the stupid events of the day. laughter often restores my sanity, fortunately.
i'm still unsure as to what to say to witter. it's an ugly situation, and i've been trying to remedy it. i'm not as intelligent as many build me up to be, unfortunately. i wish i was that wise. see, now, i believe that's a grammatical error, but i will leave it, as it proves my point. that, and my overuse of commas. i'sa not smert.
p.s. someone remind me to buy rat food. they've been eating apple sauce and carrots for 3 days.