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No snow here yet. That's usually not a good sign. NE is dreadful when we all think, "Hmm, maybe it isn't coming--"BANG!!!!"AHHHH!"
Got sommore lovelies in the mail! Thanks AGAIN to verangel for the beeees, heehee!, grean for the sweetness sent with her card, & gini_baggins sending hobbity-luv! You guys are so killeh. :)
ION, had the most rotten dream last night that actually gave me slight whiplash. It set the mood for today; I did nothing but sit around and mope, and it's all this stupid dream's fault.
Started with me going to NYC for some sort of sports-tennis thing all the time, and I hated it cos' of the traveling. Then off to do stuff with the Star's Club with the most awesome of awesome telescopes, but I kept feeling guilty because, for whatever reason, me, my boss and my fellow waitress Karen all took night jobs at the cafe-club in Northampton, and I couldn't play around. I hated it so bad--everyone was a snob, people complaining about the movie theater either next door or IN the place ("Can't you have talk-bubbles in the movie instead of sound?" this dumb bitch asked me, lol), I couldn't keep up, and I ended up breaking somebody's computer, even though it wasn't my fault with how precarious they'd placed it. Worst thing was in this part, I had to bring Gavs with me and felt so bad, leaving him to wander around this awful, dark, "WTF are these people ordering??" place. Everyone was mean, making me and Karen feel like schlubs as we wore our usual Yankee Village casual wear and small tied green aprons, instead of cooler clothes. By the time our shift was done and we were all eating in this kitchen together, I was crying, telling Karen and Barb that I just couldn't do it--that I didn't know why I tried in the first place. They were cool about it. Karen was more astute throughout the thing, but I could tell she loathed it, too. Nobody was like OUR customers--older guys who like joking around, a bit gruff, casual and friendly. Nope. All Northamptoners.
But THE worst came at the end when I was walking home, going down one of the main streets in town near the Big Y Supermarket. It was dead silent and dark; a couple of college kids were going in the opposite direction. Another guy was going the same way but stopped when he saw me crossing the street to his side. He was this young but greasy, long-haired menace wearing a hoodie. He was slightly ahead of me, and I knew that he was waiting for us to be alone. I tried calling Pan (but tried dialing my mom, I dunno) on my cell to see if that would deter him, but I was so nervous that I mis-dialed. I shoulda run, but I was prepared; he finally whirled around and threw a fist at my face, which I'm pretty sure I ducked away from. The next ferw seconds involved a bit of lucidity while patching up the loose ends, with me plotting a fight. Problem was, my dreaming is always ultra-intense, and I ducked in REAL life. I woke up fully with my neck outta whack, my head splitting and crying. Pan had to come in and give me Advil and an Ambien to put me back to sleep. I'd only been asleep for about an hour or so.
*sigh*
Oh well. Hopefully tonight will be different. SO hope I wake up to lots of snow, and even if I have to go into work, things are chill and not as crazy (tips are awesome, but oh, Sundays are MURDER!)... it'll be fun, nonetheless. I like working when it snows. Weird that.
Got sommore lovelies in the mail! Thanks AGAIN to verangel for the beeees, heehee!, grean for the sweetness sent with her card, & gini_baggins sending hobbity-luv! You guys are so killeh. :)
ION, had the most rotten dream last night that actually gave me slight whiplash. It set the mood for today; I did nothing but sit around and mope, and it's all this stupid dream's fault.
Started with me going to NYC for some sort of sports-tennis thing all the time, and I hated it cos' of the traveling. Then off to do stuff with the Star's Club with the most awesome of awesome telescopes, but I kept feeling guilty because, for whatever reason, me, my boss and my fellow waitress Karen all took night jobs at the cafe-club in Northampton, and I couldn't play around. I hated it so bad--everyone was a snob, people complaining about the movie theater either next door or IN the place ("Can't you have talk-bubbles in the movie instead of sound?" this dumb bitch asked me, lol), I couldn't keep up, and I ended up breaking somebody's computer, even though it wasn't my fault with how precarious they'd placed it. Worst thing was in this part, I had to bring Gavs with me and felt so bad, leaving him to wander around this awful, dark, "WTF are these people ordering??" place. Everyone was mean, making me and Karen feel like schlubs as we wore our usual Yankee Village casual wear and small tied green aprons, instead of cooler clothes. By the time our shift was done and we were all eating in this kitchen together, I was crying, telling Karen and Barb that I just couldn't do it--that I didn't know why I tried in the first place. They were cool about it. Karen was more astute throughout the thing, but I could tell she loathed it, too. Nobody was like OUR customers--older guys who like joking around, a bit gruff, casual and friendly. Nope. All Northamptoners.
But THE worst came at the end when I was walking home, going down one of the main streets in town near the Big Y Supermarket. It was dead silent and dark; a couple of college kids were going in the opposite direction. Another guy was going the same way but stopped when he saw me crossing the street to his side. He was this young but greasy, long-haired menace wearing a hoodie. He was slightly ahead of me, and I knew that he was waiting for us to be alone. I tried calling Pan (but tried dialing my mom, I dunno) on my cell to see if that would deter him, but I was so nervous that I mis-dialed. I shoulda run, but I was prepared; he finally whirled around and threw a fist at my face, which I'm pretty sure I ducked away from. The next ferw seconds involved a bit of lucidity while patching up the loose ends, with me plotting a fight. Problem was, my dreaming is always ultra-intense, and I ducked in REAL life. I woke up fully with my neck outta whack, my head splitting and crying. Pan had to come in and give me Advil and an Ambien to put me back to sleep. I'd only been asleep for about an hour or so.
*sigh*
Oh well. Hopefully tonight will be different. SO hope I wake up to lots of snow, and even if I have to go into work, things are chill and not as crazy (tips are awesome, but oh, Sundays are MURDER!)... it'll be fun, nonetheless. I like working when it snows. Weird that.