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So, it's Wednesday night. Every Wednesday that I have to work (which is pretty much every Wednesday) I always end up wanting to quit. I guess it's really just the days I work in the Shoe Department because I always end up by myself covering the entire center core, trying to talk to two people about shoes while also trying to talk to two people about two different makeup lines, trying to find makeup who knows where, calling Lori to come help and when I finally do get a hold of her she says she's on her way and doesn't waltze in until thirty minutes later and by this time the customers are obviously pissed...Hopefully after this ridiculous week of three full timers on vacation things will get better. I know that Angie has a lot on her plate to fix but I also know that she's not going to mess around about it. My outlook at this point is to just stick it out because it has to get better...I mean it can't get any worse than it's been, right? We can't possibly be worse off with Alan gone.
In other news, my birthday is Friday night. You know you're getting old when the idea of a cat as a birthday present isn't accompanied by "OMIGOSH A KITTY CAT!!!" but is instead thought of as, "A cat? I'll have to buy cat food...and clean the litterbox...what if I'm allergic to it? There will be hairs everywhere...but I do love cats..." Hah, old. But a few signs point to me getting a cat. I hope it's a kitten. It's either a cat, or my mom's just being her usual weird self, so maybe it isn't a cat. Who knows? We will on Friday!
Also on Friday, Vicki and Rich are taking me out. And they have informed me that I better be off of work on Saturday. Fortunately, Roberta has said she'll plan on being there all day (she's way too nice), and Brian has said that he won't give me too hard of a time if I have to call in late. I plan on getting to work, I just don't know when. I hadn't planned on drinking all that much, but I don't think Vicki will let me off that easily. I'm going to have a pre-party with my mom and the little kids in the afternoon, complete with cake and presents, and then I might take a nap if there's time, before the second pre-party with Emily, where I will provide a bit o' alcohol. Then the real party will start after ten. DUN DUN DUN.
I just watched the first episode of the new season of America's Next Top Model. The girls seem extra catty and full of themselves this time around. Fun.
Now I'm watching Gossip Girl. Which is about what it sounds like.
So, I have to do a News Story that involves an informal survey. I'm not worried about coming up with survey questions and asking them to a dozen kids...but what the fuck am I going to write about? It has to be a news story...not a feature. I think. Good question. Any suggestions are appreciated.
The other day I had a chicken leg from Bojangles. It was so delicious. Now all I want is a bucket of KFC chicken legs. Mmm. Maybe that's what we'll do for dinner on Friday...either that, or Bellagio's. And I'll probably go for Bellagio's. Mmm. Tasty.
I think I might be getting sick. I have so much mucus in my head. I'm sneezing way more than usual! And today at work I thought I had a fever. When I got out of class I took an hour nap. I took two Advil, but I still have a headache. My eyes are really hot and heavy. Bleh. Maybe I'm getting too much sleep...nah.
So I have an AP Stylebook test tomorrow. Hopefully it's not too bad because I really can't read two hundred pages tonight. I also need to practice .... fuck. I was going to buy a black long sleeved shirt today because we have pictures for Flute Choir tomorrow night. Maybe I'll go to the A-ville mall tomorrow....anyway, I need to practice some of the tougher flute parts because I somehow got graced with a couple of First Chair parts that are relatively important and terribly hard to play. But I'm not alone on them, so that's good. But I still need to do it. So tomorrow between eleven and one thirty, looks like I'll be busy.
Oooh, Fred Claus looks funny. Let's go see that.
The other night at work when I told Angie that I didn't know what I wanted to do for a career, and that I'm getting tired of college, she said, Marry rich. I said, "Well that's my other plan!" So, I like her.
I think I might take some NyQuil and go to sleep. Plus, if I go to bed this early I will wake up earlier and can shower and whatnot before Newswriting. Then I won't have to shower between classes. Blahblahblah. My hair is extremely soft. It feels so nice.
Anywho. Good night. See you on the morrow. Have a fabulous evening!
In other news, my birthday is Friday night. You know you're getting old when the idea of a cat as a birthday present isn't accompanied by "OMIGOSH A KITTY CAT!!!" but is instead thought of as, "A cat? I'll have to buy cat food...and clean the litterbox...what if I'm allergic to it? There will be hairs everywhere...but I do love cats..." Hah, old. But a few signs point to me getting a cat. I hope it's a kitten. It's either a cat, or my mom's just being her usual weird self, so maybe it isn't a cat. Who knows? We will on Friday!
Also on Friday, Vicki and Rich are taking me out. And they have informed me that I better be off of work on Saturday. Fortunately, Roberta has said she'll plan on being there all day (she's way too nice), and Brian has said that he won't give me too hard of a time if I have to call in late. I plan on getting to work, I just don't know when. I hadn't planned on drinking all that much, but I don't think Vicki will let me off that easily. I'm going to have a pre-party with my mom and the little kids in the afternoon, complete with cake and presents, and then I might take a nap if there's time, before the second pre-party with Emily, where I will provide a bit o' alcohol. Then the real party will start after ten. DUN DUN DUN.
I just watched the first episode of the new season of America's Next Top Model. The girls seem extra catty and full of themselves this time around. Fun.
Now I'm watching Gossip Girl. Which is about what it sounds like.
So, I have to do a News Story that involves an informal survey. I'm not worried about coming up with survey questions and asking them to a dozen kids...but what the fuck am I going to write about? It has to be a news story...not a feature. I think. Good question. Any suggestions are appreciated.
The other day I had a chicken leg from Bojangles. It was so delicious. Now all I want is a bucket of KFC chicken legs. Mmm. Maybe that's what we'll do for dinner on Friday...either that, or Bellagio's. And I'll probably go for Bellagio's. Mmm. Tasty.
I think I might be getting sick. I have so much mucus in my head. I'm sneezing way more than usual! And today at work I thought I had a fever. When I got out of class I took an hour nap. I took two Advil, but I still have a headache. My eyes are really hot and heavy. Bleh. Maybe I'm getting too much sleep...nah.
So I have an AP Stylebook test tomorrow. Hopefully it's not too bad because I really can't read two hundred pages tonight. I also need to practice .... fuck. I was going to buy a black long sleeved shirt today because we have pictures for Flute Choir tomorrow night. Maybe I'll go to the A-ville mall tomorrow....anyway, I need to practice some of the tougher flute parts because I somehow got graced with a couple of First Chair parts that are relatively important and terribly hard to play. But I'm not alone on them, so that's good. But I still need to do it. So tomorrow between eleven and one thirty, looks like I'll be busy.
Oooh, Fred Claus looks funny. Let's go see that.
The other night at work when I told Angie that I didn't know what I wanted to do for a career, and that I'm getting tired of college, she said, Marry rich. I said, "Well that's my other plan!" So, I like her.
I think I might take some NyQuil and go to sleep. Plus, if I go to bed this early I will wake up earlier and can shower and whatnot before Newswriting. Then I won't have to shower between classes. Blahblahblah. My hair is extremely soft. It feels so nice.
Anywho. Good night. See you on the morrow. Have a fabulous evening!