my day was like whoa
ok, so last night/this morning I updated on what was going on in my brain.
This morning, I woke to my alarm, and hit snooze (of course). What I didn't realize is that the "cancel" and "snooze" functions are wayyyyyyy too close together. So, I acknowledged that my alarm was going off, and it thinks I told it to stop. Oops. So, I overslept and missed my job interview. Uh oh. That's probably not a good impression.
Then I went to class. My cheap deoderant crapped out. And not in a subtle way, either. If I can smell it, it's rank, and I smelled awful. So, I kinda river-dance-arms-at-side walked back to my car and headed for home. I took a nap. When I woke, I was already supposed to have been at work for 15 minutes. Aww dammit. So, I get moving along and somewhere on the trip I realize, "it's friday. FUCK, I missed my physics class." Then I get to work and decide I no longer want to be there. So I send a birage of text messages out to everyone else who works at subway. All I asked was that they take my shift from 8 to 10. All they'd really have to do is clean up, pull bread, and lock up. Nupe. Then a couple of "yeah, my IQ's like 140" kinda people came in, wanted subs. We don't sell them the way they want to pay for them. They file complaint with corporate. -_- Day's going downhill, I guess?
I wanted to go out tonight. I really really wanted to. Between Jenny, Robyn, and myself we decide we're going to Ra. Over the course of the next few hours, I invite other people to go to. Then, RIGHT before closing, I basically get a series of, "yeah, nevermind," texts. Robyn was the only one who had the guts to do it over the phone, and even then, I had to call her. So I'm texting Bryan, the last of the survivors. And we do the typical what do you wanna do thing. I pitch food. He says he's hungry, but going to watch a movie at a friend's house. I was having this particular conversation while I was counting down the cash drawer. It's like $5 under. Fuuuck, this will be my 3rd (of 3 possible) reprimands in that area. Means, I better not sleep through any more interviews, coz I'm getting canned!
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday I'm not worth a crap, happy birthday go die.
This morning, I woke to my alarm, and hit snooze (of course). What I didn't realize is that the "cancel" and "snooze" functions are wayyyyyyy too close together. So, I acknowledged that my alarm was going off, and it thinks I told it to stop. Oops. So, I overslept and missed my job interview. Uh oh. That's probably not a good impression.
Then I went to class. My cheap deoderant crapped out. And not in a subtle way, either. If I can smell it, it's rank, and I smelled awful. So, I kinda river-dance-arms-at-side walked back to my car and headed for home. I took a nap. When I woke, I was already supposed to have been at work for 15 minutes. Aww dammit. So, I get moving along and somewhere on the trip I realize, "it's friday. FUCK, I missed my physics class." Then I get to work and decide I no longer want to be there. So I send a birage of text messages out to everyone else who works at subway. All I asked was that they take my shift from 8 to 10. All they'd really have to do is clean up, pull bread, and lock up. Nupe. Then a couple of "yeah, my IQ's like 140" kinda people came in, wanted subs. We don't sell them the way they want to pay for them. They file complaint with corporate. -_- Day's going downhill, I guess?
I wanted to go out tonight. I really really wanted to. Between Jenny, Robyn, and myself we decide we're going to Ra. Over the course of the next few hours, I invite other people to go to. Then, RIGHT before closing, I basically get a series of, "yeah, nevermind," texts. Robyn was the only one who had the guts to do it over the phone, and even then, I had to call her. So I'm texting Bryan, the last of the survivors. And we do the typical what do you wanna do thing. I pitch food. He says he's hungry, but going to watch a movie at a friend's house. I was having this particular conversation while I was counting down the cash drawer. It's like $5 under. Fuuuck, this will be my 3rd (of 3 possible) reprimands in that area. Means, I better not sleep through any more interviews, coz I'm getting canned!
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday I'm not worth a crap, happy birthday go die.