you can't always get what you want.... so drink non-carb coke
god damn, my job sucks.
it could only suck more if we sold grey sweatpants like the kind my dad wears.
plaid is the bane of my existence. this experience won't ruin my view on children-- I still want to have kids badly, however, I am abandoning all my previous dreams of one day opening my own uniform store for sure. but the kid dream I'm holding on to.
the sale today was SO LONG and SO TIRING. I was on my feet from 12-9, maybe sitting for an hour during all of that. turned out the sale wasn't in mount vernon, but in shoreline (whut whut julia), and instead of 1 school, it was 6 combined. I lifted so many things today. I unloaded and loaded a truck 4 times. my thighs and my feet are on fire. like, I expect them to burst into flames at some point, while I'm fetching a size 5 jumper for someone or something.
it makes me miss doing work study at lmu. work study was incredibly boring, and I made 29-cents less than I do busting my figurative balls for dennis (the name of the uni company), but I had more fun there. the only upsides are that I'm getting a lot of hours, and that all this manual labor is good exercise. potentially lethal, but good exercise.
another downside, though, is getting home so late. I'm too tired to take a bath, which is what I'd really like to do... but the last time I bathed after work I fell asleep in the tub. I'll just have to take a less relaxing shower tomorrow when I get up.
and, being out so late means that, by the time I get home, austin is getting to be too tired to talk. when I called him tonight, he was long gone. I miss him so much. the girls at work talk about their boyfriends all the time, and it makes me really upset... I want to come in to work tired because I've been out with my boyfriend, not because I was up chatting online until late.
haven't heard from mary....I wonder if she got the package I worked so hard to make specially for her? I hope it didn't get lost in the mail or something.
tomorrow's sale should be more tame... and then I work the store on saturday. 1 measly day off, then FIVE sales in a row next week.
jesus, guide my weary kreeton soul.
it could only suck more if we sold grey sweatpants like the kind my dad wears.
plaid is the bane of my existence. this experience won't ruin my view on children-- I still want to have kids badly, however, I am abandoning all my previous dreams of one day opening my own uniform store for sure. but the kid dream I'm holding on to.
the sale today was SO LONG and SO TIRING. I was on my feet from 12-9, maybe sitting for an hour during all of that. turned out the sale wasn't in mount vernon, but in shoreline (whut whut julia), and instead of 1 school, it was 6 combined. I lifted so many things today. I unloaded and loaded a truck 4 times. my thighs and my feet are on fire. like, I expect them to burst into flames at some point, while I'm fetching a size 5 jumper for someone or something.
it makes me miss doing work study at lmu. work study was incredibly boring, and I made 29-cents less than I do busting my figurative balls for dennis (the name of the uni company), but I had more fun there. the only upsides are that I'm getting a lot of hours, and that all this manual labor is good exercise. potentially lethal, but good exercise.
another downside, though, is getting home so late. I'm too tired to take a bath, which is what I'd really like to do... but the last time I bathed after work I fell asleep in the tub. I'll just have to take a less relaxing shower tomorrow when I get up.
and, being out so late means that, by the time I get home, austin is getting to be too tired to talk. when I called him tonight, he was long gone. I miss him so much. the girls at work talk about their boyfriends all the time, and it makes me really upset... I want to come in to work tired because I've been out with my boyfriend, not because I was up chatting online until late.
haven't heard from mary....I wonder if she got the package I worked so hard to make specially for her? I hope it didn't get lost in the mail or something.
tomorrow's sale should be more tame... and then I work the store on saturday. 1 measly day off, then FIVE sales in a row next week.
jesus, guide my weary kreeton soul.