my life for those who care
i'm in the mood to write so i must.
to begin...i almost got fired last friday for reading a magazine while no one was in the store (which, might i add, is about the size of your standard bedroom). my boss verbally attacked me as though i had stolen a thousand bux in merchandise. i mean, i have worked as a waitress and been bitched out about the food, WHICH I DIDN'T PREPARE!, a time or two and i have worked as a telemarketer and called quite possibly the most cold hearted people to grace this planet with their presence, but never have i ever let it get to me to the point where i cry. But this time i felt like a puppy who had just peed the carpet and been beaten with a rolled up newspaper by my owner. it was like my mother was yelling at me for something and after about 5 minutes of being beaten to a bloody pulp, i broke down. i am afraid that she doesn't think i take my job seriously, and i so do. i love my job. i take all of my jobs seriously and i wouldn't compromise my amazing position by doing something that trivial. i just wish i hadn't let her get to me. she's not my favorite person anyway. she's one of those "omg this knock off chanel purse is adorrrrrrrrrable and have you seen the new bangles that were in neiman marcus this week!?" people and i'm so not. i wouldn't know a chanel purse from a walmart lunchbag, well that's an exaggeration, but still. i just don't care about that stuff, but it doesn't mean i don't care about pretending to like that stuff and caring about my job. she just took it too far in my opinion. oh well, i still have a job.
i hung out with my sister on friday night. we went to cafe coco b/c she goes there all the time and i've never been and i thought it was the cool thing to do. i thought that by walking in there i would immediately feel like my life had been validated and that i would feel so cool...i definately felt like the biggest poser/loser ever. i did not like it. it's just another place that's known not for its merchandise, but for its clientel, which, in my opinion...need to broaden their horizons as far as socializing locations go. my sister and i laughed a lot though and then she introduced me to her new friends. they were pretty cool. i approve of her hanging out with them. she's started smoking cigarettes though (not b/c of them)! i know we all have to learn from our own mistakes and what not, but i just hate watching her do it. it's so sick and even though i did it once, i've changed and realized how sick smoking is. i don't wanna let her get addicted. she really looks so disgusting doing it. she looks like i did....a stupid underage teenager trying to be cool by smoking a cigarette. and for all you smokers reading this, you know it's disgusting so i don't feel bad saying it.
i got really unexpectedly wasted on saturday night. stupid me. i don't really know how it happened. one minute i was drinkin a margarita then the next minute i was in the wendy's drive thru spending my paycheck on the drunk munchies. i had a lot of fun being with my friends though. it was like the good ole days.
hangover and all...my parents drug me to church the next morning. it was communion sunday so the damn service was like twice as long. i just don't agree with a lot about the christian faith these days so being in church is like watching an episode of the surreal life b/c you're like, "why are these people doing this?" anyway i'm gonna start going to the unitarian universalist church here. i think that would be a good place for me. i hope i don't get tarred and feathered and good ole baptist belmont. well i'll just throw the shit back in their faces. i don't take too kindly to people telling me what's wrong with my life and how i'm not living it right. you live yours, i live mine.
i went to gunn's that night and definately passed out at like 11 from sheer tiredness. i did manage to stay awake long enough to witness the $7 fireworks display in the back yard. ryan lee almost killed us all with bottle rockets that night. who ever thought it was a smart idea to give a drunk man bottle rockets needs to be beaten.
i love gunn a lot. he's so much fun and i never get tired of being with him....well generally speaking. just kidddding. he's perfect for me. he found out today that he'll have to get rid of marshall and denise, roughly translated--he's in for a painful dermotological experience. i'll miss them. no but seriously, i love him...lots.
the 4th of july was fun. lots of fun. we watched the downtown fireworks from atop kathryn's dad's office. it was absolutely beautiful. i cooked so much food for gunn and the boys yesterday b/c i'm martha stewart and since gunn got off work at 11, i drove up there just so i could say we spent the 4th of july together, even if it was only an hour of 4th of julyness. he bought more fireworks and that was a lot of fun too. i stayed up till 3 30 and he stayed up till 6 and then he tried to get sympathy from me b/c he was so tired today. psh. yeah right. anyway, everything was perfect. i had a great day and an amazing night with everyone.
well i'm tired of writing now, i did write a novel after all. entertaining i'm sure. well love to all my peeps.
to begin...i almost got fired last friday for reading a magazine while no one was in the store (which, might i add, is about the size of your standard bedroom). my boss verbally attacked me as though i had stolen a thousand bux in merchandise. i mean, i have worked as a waitress and been bitched out about the food, WHICH I DIDN'T PREPARE!, a time or two and i have worked as a telemarketer and called quite possibly the most cold hearted people to grace this planet with their presence, but never have i ever let it get to me to the point where i cry. But this time i felt like a puppy who had just peed the carpet and been beaten with a rolled up newspaper by my owner. it was like my mother was yelling at me for something and after about 5 minutes of being beaten to a bloody pulp, i broke down. i am afraid that she doesn't think i take my job seriously, and i so do. i love my job. i take all of my jobs seriously and i wouldn't compromise my amazing position by doing something that trivial. i just wish i hadn't let her get to me. she's not my favorite person anyway. she's one of those "omg this knock off chanel purse is adorrrrrrrrrable and have you seen the new bangles that were in neiman marcus this week!?" people and i'm so not. i wouldn't know a chanel purse from a walmart lunchbag, well that's an exaggeration, but still. i just don't care about that stuff, but it doesn't mean i don't care about pretending to like that stuff and caring about my job. she just took it too far in my opinion. oh well, i still have a job.
i hung out with my sister on friday night. we went to cafe coco b/c she goes there all the time and i've never been and i thought it was the cool thing to do. i thought that by walking in there i would immediately feel like my life had been validated and that i would feel so cool...i definately felt like the biggest poser/loser ever. i did not like it. it's just another place that's known not for its merchandise, but for its clientel, which, in my opinion...need to broaden their horizons as far as socializing locations go. my sister and i laughed a lot though and then she introduced me to her new friends. they were pretty cool. i approve of her hanging out with them. she's started smoking cigarettes though (not b/c of them)! i know we all have to learn from our own mistakes and what not, but i just hate watching her do it. it's so sick and even though i did it once, i've changed and realized how sick smoking is. i don't wanna let her get addicted. she really looks so disgusting doing it. she looks like i did....a stupid underage teenager trying to be cool by smoking a cigarette. and for all you smokers reading this, you know it's disgusting so i don't feel bad saying it.
i got really unexpectedly wasted on saturday night. stupid me. i don't really know how it happened. one minute i was drinkin a margarita then the next minute i was in the wendy's drive thru spending my paycheck on the drunk munchies. i had a lot of fun being with my friends though. it was like the good ole days.
hangover and all...my parents drug me to church the next morning. it was communion sunday so the damn service was like twice as long. i just don't agree with a lot about the christian faith these days so being in church is like watching an episode of the surreal life b/c you're like, "why are these people doing this?" anyway i'm gonna start going to the unitarian universalist church here. i think that would be a good place for me. i hope i don't get tarred and feathered and good ole baptist belmont. well i'll just throw the shit back in their faces. i don't take too kindly to people telling me what's wrong with my life and how i'm not living it right. you live yours, i live mine.
i went to gunn's that night and definately passed out at like 11 from sheer tiredness. i did manage to stay awake long enough to witness the $7 fireworks display in the back yard. ryan lee almost killed us all with bottle rockets that night. who ever thought it was a smart idea to give a drunk man bottle rockets needs to be beaten.
i love gunn a lot. he's so much fun and i never get tired of being with him....well generally speaking. just kidddding. he's perfect for me. he found out today that he'll have to get rid of marshall and denise, roughly translated--he's in for a painful dermotological experience. i'll miss them. no but seriously, i love him...lots.
the 4th of july was fun. lots of fun. we watched the downtown fireworks from atop kathryn's dad's office. it was absolutely beautiful. i cooked so much food for gunn and the boys yesterday b/c i'm martha stewart and since gunn got off work at 11, i drove up there just so i could say we spent the 4th of july together, even if it was only an hour of 4th of julyness. he bought more fireworks and that was a lot of fun too. i stayed up till 3 30 and he stayed up till 6 and then he tried to get sympathy from me b/c he was so tired today. psh. yeah right. anyway, everything was perfect. i had a great day and an amazing night with everyone.
well i'm tired of writing now, i did write a novel after all. entertaining i'm sure. well love to all my peeps.