Honestly
I finished my costume! Horray! Now I just have to remember everything Saturday, which will be somewhat difficult considering I have two costumes plus normal clothes to bring (there's no point in showing up in costume when I'm going to be painted blue and will have to just take it off anyway). I wrote a list of all the crap I have to bring. It takes an entire page in my to-do notebook. Psychotic. I'm thinking of packing it all in a suitcase simply for ease of organization.
Some random brat started grabbing cookies at work today. In front of his Mom, who didn't seem to mind, until one kid grabbed two cookies. By then, of course, it was too late. The other cookie is automatically garbage because - honestly- who knows where the brat has put his fingers? It just pisses me off because she could have made her kids wait thirty extra seconds and I would have been there helping. But, no, that would be too hard, wouldn't it? Teaching your kids patience and consideration of others is just too hard! What if it hurts their ever-so-fragile self-esteem? Where will we be then? You can't teach kids that other people have authority over them for they might actually realize they aren't the centre of the fucking universe. And, you know, the world would end if little Bundle of Joy started crying or something.
Honestly. Some people's kids. Some people's parents.
Don't get me started about the stupid guy who started ranting at me about the fact that we don't have any of the on-sale bread in stock. You know, because it's not like I have any power over ordering or pricing or putting ads in flyers or anything.
Idiots.
Fucking, retarded sods.
I hate my job.
You're all surprised, aren't you?
This weekend is set up to be great, though. If busy. I should be going to bed or something. I need to re-dye my hair tomorrow because I made a botch the first time. Amusing side note: the hair dye cost less than the toothbrush.
Yes! Rocky Horror! Swing! Being painted blue! So excited.
Some random brat started grabbing cookies at work today. In front of his Mom, who didn't seem to mind, until one kid grabbed two cookies. By then, of course, it was too late. The other cookie is automatically garbage because - honestly- who knows where the brat has put his fingers? It just pisses me off because she could have made her kids wait thirty extra seconds and I would have been there helping. But, no, that would be too hard, wouldn't it? Teaching your kids patience and consideration of others is just too hard! What if it hurts their ever-so-fragile self-esteem? Where will we be then? You can't teach kids that other people have authority over them for they might actually realize they aren't the centre of the fucking universe. And, you know, the world would end if little Bundle of Joy started crying or something.
Honestly. Some people's kids. Some people's parents.
Don't get me started about the stupid guy who started ranting at me about the fact that we don't have any of the on-sale bread in stock. You know, because it's not like I have any power over ordering or pricing or putting ads in flyers or anything.
Idiots.
Fucking, retarded sods.
I hate my job.
You're all surprised, aren't you?
This weekend is set up to be great, though. If busy. I should be going to bed or something. I need to re-dye my hair tomorrow because I made a botch the first time. Amusing side note: the hair dye cost less than the toothbrush.
Yes! Rocky Horror! Swing! Being painted blue! So excited.