Fraternal twins. Identically dead.
If you have not read the genius that is Vampire Circus, you should. Now. Very picture heavy, but very very worth it.
After being deadset on quitting my job, now I'm somewhat torn. I feel like I should be able to work and go to school, y'know? If I can convince them to give me only truck shifts at particular times of the week so I can schedule around them, then maybe. I don't know. They might not be able to with Christmas coming, in any case. And maybe it's too much for me. My parents are pushing to the quitting side and say they'll help make up any lack of money on my part. Which is fantabulous of them, considering how shoestring their budget has been since moving. Dad and I went to collect my savings bonds today, and they total enough for next term and part of the one after. And if I get a good paying job in the summer, then it should work. I say it a lot, but I really, really hate money. And my bloody Commerce class is most certainly not convincing me otherwise. Who spells 'virus' with an e?
So I do have to work tomorrow, but they're letting me off a half hour early so I'll be on time to mum's convocation. I'm so ridiculously proud of her I could burst. The three of us girls bought her a gorgeous desk clock with an engraved plate on the top, and we'll give it to her at supper tomorrow. Am muchly excited. It's so pretty, and she'll be so thrilled.
I should probably quit. I'll miss people, but I won't miss the job. I'll have to be sure to buy something with my Pier 1 Bucks that I got from a credit card sign-up that I'm pretty sure I didn't have. I wonder which manager will be in tomorrow. Gah, I don't want to go through the act of quitting. I've never done such. With Sears, they knew I was gone for the summer and it eventually kind of came out that I wasn't planning on coming back. I've never actually gone and given notice before. I suppose it's one of those life experiences that you have to go through. Yadda. I hope I can convince them to let me on truck tomorrow. Don't wanna talk to the customers. Did I mention Mr Mad Love? Gah. He still enrages me. Basically, I spent twenty minutes putting together a floral arrangement in a vase for him, then I was busy with someone else and he left without buying it. Also, he was a jerk. Rage. Stupid guy. The other girls were enraged on my behalf, which was very amusing. Waaaaaaah, I don't know what to do.
I could say some very petty things, but I shall refrain.
I shall find some food, curl up with my kitty and doze on the couch until my mum comes home. I cannot watch the match tomorrow, but my boys had better beat the pants off Bolton so they don't top the table. Not that Sheffield have a hope in beating Chelsea, but just to be on the safe side. Pants, boys.
leetje sweetie, I'm still working on your birthday spam. It shall be a few days late, but I shall attempt to make it memorable enough to make up for it. *hugs*
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After being deadset on quitting my job, now I'm somewhat torn. I feel like I should be able to work and go to school, y'know? If I can convince them to give me only truck shifts at particular times of the week so I can schedule around them, then maybe. I don't know. They might not be able to with Christmas coming, in any case. And maybe it's too much for me. My parents are pushing to the quitting side and say they'll help make up any lack of money on my part. Which is fantabulous of them, considering how shoestring their budget has been since moving. Dad and I went to collect my savings bonds today, and they total enough for next term and part of the one after. And if I get a good paying job in the summer, then it should work. I say it a lot, but I really, really hate money. And my bloody Commerce class is most certainly not convincing me otherwise. Who spells 'virus' with an e?
So I do have to work tomorrow, but they're letting me off a half hour early so I'll be on time to mum's convocation. I'm so ridiculously proud of her I could burst. The three of us girls bought her a gorgeous desk clock with an engraved plate on the top, and we'll give it to her at supper tomorrow. Am muchly excited. It's so pretty, and she'll be so thrilled.
I should probably quit. I'll miss people, but I won't miss the job. I'll have to be sure to buy something with my Pier 1 Bucks that I got from a credit card sign-up that I'm pretty sure I didn't have. I wonder which manager will be in tomorrow. Gah, I don't want to go through the act of quitting. I've never done such. With Sears, they knew I was gone for the summer and it eventually kind of came out that I wasn't planning on coming back. I've never actually gone and given notice before. I suppose it's one of those life experiences that you have to go through. Yadda. I hope I can convince them to let me on truck tomorrow. Don't wanna talk to the customers. Did I mention Mr Mad Love? Gah. He still enrages me. Basically, I spent twenty minutes putting together a floral arrangement in a vase for him, then I was busy with someone else and he left without buying it. Also, he was a jerk. Rage. Stupid guy. The other girls were enraged on my behalf, which was very amusing. Waaaaaaah, I don't know what to do.
I could say some very petty things, but I shall refrain.
I shall find some food, curl up with my kitty and doze on the couch until my mum comes home. I cannot watch the match tomorrow, but my boys had better beat the pants off Bolton so they don't top the table. Not that Sheffield have a hope in beating Chelsea, but just to be on the safe side. Pants, boys.
leetje sweetie, I'm still working on your birthday spam. It shall be a few days late, but I shall attempt to make it memorable enough to make up for it. *hugs*
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