I keep misspelling my user name and getting pissed at LJ when it doesn't recognize it....
Summer should be over. Or at the least, it should be late July/early August. But over would be better.
Yesterday kinda sucked. It started off well... I didn't wake up till noonish, or some such ridiculously late hour, made myself a good breakfast (read: not a bagel). While I was tracking down the things to send to Mariah, my boss called. Boss: Hey, Jake, do you think you could come in a bit earlier today? Jake: Umm.. probably. How early do you want me to come in? Boss: As soon as you can get here. Jake: Ok... let me track down a car, I should be able to get there in about an hour. So I get to work, stopping at the post office on the way, and its not busy at all. I still have no idea why he called me... not that I minded the extra hours. But before I left, I read something in Mariah's LJ that had me rather confused (I later realized that I had completely misinterpreted the meaning, which only served to remind me just how stupid I am sometimes. But at the time, I didn't realize that, so there was that, and work just sucked. Gianfranco and Thomas (who is utterly useless... he doesn't do anything other than take free drinks and wander around) were giving everyone shit, as usual, but nobody was in the mood for it. And they didn't know when to stop. So basically everyone ended up being pissed off at each other for most of the night, especially at Thomas, cause he was giving people shit, and he wasn't doing anything. Gianfranco wasn't much better, and he's the fucking manager... honestly, I could do a better job as manager than he does. He's one of those guys who thinks being a manager involves being friends with all of the employees, in a sort of condescending way. He also very obviously sees himself as 'cool' and some of the other people as 'not cool' and tries to make the other new guys share his view. It's like high school all over again... So anyway, I went home and was in a bad mood and feeling a tad depressed, talked to Emily for a while (stupid Dana...) and discovered my bit of stupidity. Then I hung out with my sister for a while. She's really quite cool... I'm glad she's turned out the way she has. When she went off to go to bed, it was around 2 AM, and I wasn't sure if I could call Mariah, or if it was too late, and she wasn't online, so I didn't call... so I went to bed.
I woke up around 4. I stil have no fucking clue why I woke up, or why I reached over and woke up my computer. All I know is that I found myself blinded by the whiteness that was iTunes. And I saw an IM from Mariah from an hour earlier, saying if I was still up to call... so much for it having been too late before. But I figured this time it probably really was too late, and I don't think I was conscious enough to actually dial a phone at that point, anyway. If I had somehow managed, the conversation probably would have gone something like this: "Hi, Mariah? I just...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
So today I worked 9-5:30, but actually worked till 7:30. And it was actually nice today, because Gianfranco wasn't there, and Thomas left early (I took his place) and Jay was closing. Jay's a cool guy... he's the inventory manager, and is probably the best person at the store. He definitely works the most. He has us work, but he's not a dick about it, and he actually does work, instead of just telling us to do it then sit there not doing anything himself.
So now I'm chilling, listening to Pink Floyd, and wishing that I could curl up with a certain person and watch a movie. Or read a book. Or just curl up with her... Last night/this morning was 3 months... I just wish more of that 3 months could have been with her. 81 more days...
Yesterday kinda sucked. It started off well... I didn't wake up till noonish, or some such ridiculously late hour, made myself a good breakfast (read: not a bagel). While I was tracking down the things to send to Mariah, my boss called. Boss: Hey, Jake, do you think you could come in a bit earlier today? Jake: Umm.. probably. How early do you want me to come in? Boss: As soon as you can get here. Jake: Ok... let me track down a car, I should be able to get there in about an hour. So I get to work, stopping at the post office on the way, and its not busy at all. I still have no idea why he called me... not that I minded the extra hours. But before I left, I read something in Mariah's LJ that had me rather confused (I later realized that I had completely misinterpreted the meaning, which only served to remind me just how stupid I am sometimes. But at the time, I didn't realize that, so there was that, and work just sucked. Gianfranco and Thomas (who is utterly useless... he doesn't do anything other than take free drinks and wander around) were giving everyone shit, as usual, but nobody was in the mood for it. And they didn't know when to stop. So basically everyone ended up being pissed off at each other for most of the night, especially at Thomas, cause he was giving people shit, and he wasn't doing anything. Gianfranco wasn't much better, and he's the fucking manager... honestly, I could do a better job as manager than he does. He's one of those guys who thinks being a manager involves being friends with all of the employees, in a sort of condescending way. He also very obviously sees himself as 'cool' and some of the other people as 'not cool' and tries to make the other new guys share his view. It's like high school all over again... So anyway, I went home and was in a bad mood and feeling a tad depressed, talked to Emily for a while (stupid Dana...) and discovered my bit of stupidity. Then I hung out with my sister for a while. She's really quite cool... I'm glad she's turned out the way she has. When she went off to go to bed, it was around 2 AM, and I wasn't sure if I could call Mariah, or if it was too late, and she wasn't online, so I didn't call... so I went to bed.
I woke up around 4. I stil have no fucking clue why I woke up, or why I reached over and woke up my computer. All I know is that I found myself blinded by the whiteness that was iTunes. And I saw an IM from Mariah from an hour earlier, saying if I was still up to call... so much for it having been too late before. But I figured this time it probably really was too late, and I don't think I was conscious enough to actually dial a phone at that point, anyway. If I had somehow managed, the conversation probably would have gone something like this: "Hi, Mariah? I just...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
So today I worked 9-5:30, but actually worked till 7:30. And it was actually nice today, because Gianfranco wasn't there, and Thomas left early (I took his place) and Jay was closing. Jay's a cool guy... he's the inventory manager, and is probably the best person at the store. He definitely works the most. He has us work, but he's not a dick about it, and he actually does work, instead of just telling us to do it then sit there not doing anything himself.
So now I'm chilling, listening to Pink Floyd, and wishing that I could curl up with a certain person and watch a movie. Or read a book. Or just curl up with her... Last night/this morning was 3 months... I just wish more of that 3 months could have been with her. 81 more days...