"HEY! For all we know it could be chocolate, ok??"
Good times with Dan, Tim, and Rob-izzy last night. I called my boys and they invited me up to Prov to see the new place. We played Mario Golf and watched Muppets in Outer Space. Hi-fucking-llarious.
I'd take 'em both if I could. But somehow I think that would fuck things up a bit. Just looking at past experiences. Ahem. Yeah.
Wanted to kill people at work tonight. Lots of drama involving the color of custom dyed shoes. Guess who they put in charge of straightening it out. Yeah. This kid. Ugh. Plum is plum is freaking plum, okay??? Not victorian lilac, not plum separates, got it? Just PLUM. It freaking matches already. Christ.
At least I'm starting my hours in alterations tomorrow. God knows I need the hours. Going in 10-1:30, class at 2, going to Chilis to check up on my application there at 4, then work at 6. Woot.
At some point this week I still have to:
- do my second drape sketch
- finish my texture drawing
- clean my room to double check that I don't have my civ midterm (if I don't it means Flo lost it. damn.)
- find my pastels for my final project in art
- talk to the academic advising people
- redo my bibliography for civ
- redo my secondary sources paper for civ
- write my informative speech for communications
- get a new ethernet cord for my computer and hook it up in the right spot
- excavate my printer and hook that back up
- find my camera battery
- finish Anneke's present (shh) and mail it
- file my tax extension (Navy bastards haven't sent me the papers I need to file yet)
- remember to go to the bank and deposit what's left of my paycheck from last week
- call Dunkin and ask if I have a last paycheck I need to pick up
*le sigh*
And Brian just informed me that he broke up with his girlfriend. So need to find time to talk to him, too. He's still sick. Poor baby.
I wanted to slap Devon in the face today. She was bitching about how she was so tired because she had to work five hours yesterday and how she had to go in a work five more hours today. I'm sorry, but having worked two jobs that only allowed me about ten hours of sleep in four days, I really don't want to hear her bitching about it, now that after "searching" for three years, she's finally found a job. I'm sorry, but when I found out I'd been fired I had a job within five days. They're there if you actively look instead of waiting for something to drop into your lap. And now she says she's going to demand (after working there less than a week) that if they don't switch her over to server (with which she has no experience) or she'll quit. Because I'm sure she's such a valued employee by this time that they'd do anything to keep her. Whatever.
I'm being bitter again. Please excuse me. It's been a hell of a night.
I'd take 'em both if I could. But somehow I think that would fuck things up a bit. Just looking at past experiences. Ahem. Yeah.
Wanted to kill people at work tonight. Lots of drama involving the color of custom dyed shoes. Guess who they put in charge of straightening it out. Yeah. This kid. Ugh. Plum is plum is freaking plum, okay??? Not victorian lilac, not plum separates, got it? Just PLUM. It freaking matches already. Christ.
At least I'm starting my hours in alterations tomorrow. God knows I need the hours. Going in 10-1:30, class at 2, going to Chilis to check up on my application there at 4, then work at 6. Woot.
At some point this week I still have to:
- do my second drape sketch
- finish my texture drawing
- clean my room to double check that I don't have my civ midterm (if I don't it means Flo lost it. damn.)
- find my pastels for my final project in art
- talk to the academic advising people
- redo my bibliography for civ
- redo my secondary sources paper for civ
- write my informative speech for communications
- get a new ethernet cord for my computer and hook it up in the right spot
- excavate my printer and hook that back up
- find my camera battery
- finish Anneke's present (shh) and mail it
- file my tax extension (Navy bastards haven't sent me the papers I need to file yet)
- remember to go to the bank and deposit what's left of my paycheck from last week
- call Dunkin and ask if I have a last paycheck I need to pick up
*le sigh*
And Brian just informed me that he broke up with his girlfriend. So need to find time to talk to him, too. He's still sick. Poor baby.
I wanted to slap Devon in the face today. She was bitching about how she was so tired because she had to work five hours yesterday and how she had to go in a work five more hours today. I'm sorry, but having worked two jobs that only allowed me about ten hours of sleep in four days, I really don't want to hear her bitching about it, now that after "searching" for three years, she's finally found a job. I'm sorry, but when I found out I'd been fired I had a job within five days. They're there if you actively look instead of waiting for something to drop into your lap. And now she says she's going to demand (after working there less than a week) that if they don't switch her over to server (with which she has no experience) or she'll quit. Because I'm sure she's such a valued employee by this time that they'd do anything to keep her. Whatever.
I'm being bitter again. Please excuse me. It's been a hell of a night.