Lucy is intelligent...NOT!!
Been a while. Hallowe'en was a bust. I ended up sober and DD, which I have no problem with. I am glad that I was able to get my silly, drunk friends home alive. I managed to get us all into Slammers with a minimal wait time because I A) knew the bartener and B) made out with the bartender a little. I would also like to point out that I waited by the door until all of our group was in, thus being a "good friend." I still can't believe that people wear miniskirts all the time. That shit is just uncomfortable.
This paycheck on Friday goes towards new brakes. My car has started making most alarming noises when I go over bumps in the road (regardless of how slowly), so I'm mildly hesitant to bring it in to a mechanic, because I can't afford to fix anything other than the brakes. Fuck, I can't even afford to fix the brakes. I really would like to get the heat fixed before winter's bitter chill comes upon Maryland full-force, but I think I'll just buy a bunch of mittens from the dollar store to keep in the car as spares for friends who ride with me.
This week, I will be working something around 35 hours at Chico's plus another 15 at the Spring Factory. That's a lot of hours. I have yet to tell Cherry about severely cutting back my hours when I switch to full time at the Spring Factory. (Known from now on as MPS, which is the abbreviated version of its name.) Because while I need the money, I need consciousness even more. I'm worried about working 8-4:30 or 8:30-5 every day, Monday through Friday. I'm not used to it, my body's not used to it, and there's still a LOT I don't know how to do there still. Everyone is really nice and helpful, and telling people on the phones, "I'm sorry. I'm just a temp" really gets them to stop yelling at you quicker than you'd imagine. But I've never been a "working girl" (not like that) before, and I don't know how gracefully I'll rise to the challenge. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please. :\
This paycheck on Friday goes towards new brakes. My car has started making most alarming noises when I go over bumps in the road (regardless of how slowly), so I'm mildly hesitant to bring it in to a mechanic, because I can't afford to fix anything other than the brakes. Fuck, I can't even afford to fix the brakes. I really would like to get the heat fixed before winter's bitter chill comes upon Maryland full-force, but I think I'll just buy a bunch of mittens from the dollar store to keep in the car as spares for friends who ride with me.
This week, I will be working something around 35 hours at Chico's plus another 15 at the Spring Factory. That's a lot of hours. I have yet to tell Cherry about severely cutting back my hours when I switch to full time at the Spring Factory. (Known from now on as MPS, which is the abbreviated version of its name.) Because while I need the money, I need consciousness even more. I'm worried about working 8-4:30 or 8:30-5 every day, Monday through Friday. I'm not used to it, my body's not used to it, and there's still a LOT I don't know how to do there still. Everyone is really nice and helpful, and telling people on the phones, "I'm sorry. I'm just a temp" really gets them to stop yelling at you quicker than you'd imagine. But I've never been a "working girl" (not like that) before, and I don't know how gracefully I'll rise to the challenge. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please. :\