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Today was exams.. but we're skipping all that, because exams suck anal fluids and they really aren't as important as my afternoon was so PSHAW. Shove it, you fascist!! (I'm thinking that's my new phrase.. I think I say it a lot.)
Tonight was Jewelry night at the shop. So basically, there was a shitload of old ladies in bright festivewear, smelling of cat and getting drunk. See, Jewelry Night is when we celebrate our Board Members. They're a group of old, crappy, Chabot-like ladies who just so happen to be in charge of our funding, as well as our present employment. They all came, and I realized that I hate them. But that's besides the point.
Since it's an important night and all, we had all of the staff there. There's only like, 8 of us, but whatever. Out of them I love Michele and Carol and Sylvie and Julienne. Then there's Kathleen, the loudest, most obnoxious woman you've ever met. Like, ever. She's one of those botoxed, smiling things that won't even grunt at you without addressing you as "beautiful" or "honey" immediately after.
SO. Just about everyone got drunk afterwards.
Well, except me and Sebastian.
Yeah, you know there's a story here.
He's Sylvie's son, and he's like.. 16ish.
ANYWAYS, Kathleen was that loud-obnoxious-middle-aged-woman type drunk,
and this was the part that I knew was coming.
I suppose at one point, Sebastian and I started talking George Orwell, which was nice. But then Kathleen stepped in and, feigning a revelation (which didn't work out so well), tried to set us up.. or something.
Carol cut in telling Kathleen how subtle she is.
And then Kathleen got more interested in talking to Ellen about how she's a sandwich.
Other than that, I got to run around wearing Investment Design like it's my job.
Oh, wait..
It is my job!!
haha!
Hope all is well with you guys! Good luck on exams!!
Tonight was Jewelry night at the shop. So basically, there was a shitload of old ladies in bright festivewear, smelling of cat and getting drunk. See, Jewelry Night is when we celebrate our Board Members. They're a group of old, crappy, Chabot-like ladies who just so happen to be in charge of our funding, as well as our present employment. They all came, and I realized that I hate them. But that's besides the point.
Since it's an important night and all, we had all of the staff there. There's only like, 8 of us, but whatever. Out of them I love Michele and Carol and Sylvie and Julienne. Then there's Kathleen, the loudest, most obnoxious woman you've ever met. Like, ever. She's one of those botoxed, smiling things that won't even grunt at you without addressing you as "beautiful" or "honey" immediately after.
SO. Just about everyone got drunk afterwards.
Well, except me and Sebastian.
Yeah, you know there's a story here.
He's Sylvie's son, and he's like.. 16ish.
ANYWAYS, Kathleen was that loud-obnoxious-middle-aged-woman type drunk,
and this was the part that I knew was coming.
I suppose at one point, Sebastian and I started talking George Orwell, which was nice. But then Kathleen stepped in and, feigning a revelation (which didn't work out so well), tried to set us up.. or something.
Carol cut in telling Kathleen how subtle she is.
And then Kathleen got more interested in talking to Ellen about how she's a sandwich.
Other than that, I got to run around wearing Investment Design like it's my job.
Oh, wait..
It is my job!!
haha!
Hope all is well with you guys! Good luck on exams!!