Fun fun fun ...fucking kill people!
Well, today was good untill I had to go to work.
Hung out with Corey and Mikey for a while untill I had to go to work. Went to work. Let me give you (by you, I mean the 1 person who reads my journal) the highlights:1. Get to work and look at the sechudule. I am set to work almost every day of comic con. I asked for it off. See a little problem there?
-So now I need to get people to cover all of these days for me. Fun fun fun! They fucking beter, I have helped them so much, they WILL help me.
- Oh, and my RGM (the boss of the store) seemed to be angry by this.
2. I guess I got some sort of alergic reaction to something that was around so I have been itching like a guy on heroin. But I can't touch my skin or else I will have to wash my hands again, so I went through a few hours of going insane from itching.
3. I guess I have a horrible feaver/cold/something because I was about to pass out a bunch of times and I was sweating horribly. No one asked me about my almost falling down or stumbling around...
4. I am supposed to get off at 9:30 and clean two things. I end up getting off at 9:50 and cleaning three things (three long and tedious things).
5. Expected to get a message from Mikey or something, no dice. Odd.
6. I was getting "talked to" about not telling the one person who was packing the food, who was the RGM, about not telling her about the orders being different that usual.
-You are supposed to FUCKING CHECK THEM YOU GOD DAMNED BORAD! JESUS DE MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTO! It is a basic thing that we are told. ARRG!
So ends work. So I hop in my car, turn on my mp3 player and see that is resetting it's self constantly. That means the battery is dead. I guess charging it for 8 hours gives 1 hours of life even when plugged in. That thing is getting returned. So I drive home, just listening to my car. It is suprsing how much better I drive. Well, not better, but my turning is so much better and I can judge by the strain on the engine (no RPM gauge on my truck).
I get home and there are no lights on and my parents are not here. Weird, whatever.
I can't even think or spell right now. Someone asked me if I was busy during work (they needed help) and I couldn't reply. I just opened my mouth and nearly passed out. Mark another person on the list of people who think I am crazy.
Effing eh.
Hung out with Corey and Mikey for a while untill I had to go to work. Went to work. Let me give you (by you, I mean the 1 person who reads my journal) the highlights:1. Get to work and look at the sechudule. I am set to work almost every day of comic con. I asked for it off. See a little problem there?
-So now I need to get people to cover all of these days for me. Fun fun fun! They fucking beter, I have helped them so much, they WILL help me.
- Oh, and my RGM (the boss of the store) seemed to be angry by this.
2. I guess I got some sort of alergic reaction to something that was around so I have been itching like a guy on heroin. But I can't touch my skin or else I will have to wash my hands again, so I went through a few hours of going insane from itching.
3. I guess I have a horrible feaver/cold/something because I was about to pass out a bunch of times and I was sweating horribly. No one asked me about my almost falling down or stumbling around...
4. I am supposed to get off at 9:30 and clean two things. I end up getting off at 9:50 and cleaning three things (three long and tedious things).
5. Expected to get a message from Mikey or something, no dice. Odd.
6. I was getting "talked to" about not telling the one person who was packing the food, who was the RGM, about not telling her about the orders being different that usual.
-You are supposed to FUCKING CHECK THEM YOU GOD DAMNED BORAD! JESUS DE MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTO! It is a basic thing that we are told. ARRG!
So ends work. So I hop in my car, turn on my mp3 player and see that is resetting it's self constantly. That means the battery is dead. I guess charging it for 8 hours gives 1 hours of life even when plugged in. That thing is getting returned. So I drive home, just listening to my car. It is suprsing how much better I drive. Well, not better, but my turning is so much better and I can judge by the strain on the engine (no RPM gauge on my truck).
I get home and there are no lights on and my parents are not here. Weird, whatever.
I can't even think or spell right now. Someone asked me if I was busy during work (they needed help) and I couldn't reply. I just opened my mouth and nearly passed out. Mark another person on the list of people who think I am crazy.
Effing eh.