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well, last week was quite busy and stressful:
sunday my rents came by to visit. seemed like they actually are ok with the place. we all went out to eat and whatnot. things seem to be ok, mom is now speaking to me again(prolly cause she is ready to murder my father).
monday i went to go to class and could not find a spot if my life depended on it. while searching for a spot my car began to everheat. now, my thermostat had been reading high lately and we thought that my thermostat was just running hot because when we had popped the hood the other week we saw both fans working fine. but you see, i know it was overheating because steam was coming out from under my hood. on top of that, i had meant to get gas before venturing onto campus, but the station i was going to go to was closed for some reason. so not only was the car overheating, but i was running on about a gallon of gas. finally found a spot out in b.f.i.(bum fuck iowa) and had to hike a half mile to class. in the end i was about 10 min late, which doesnt sound too bad, except that i got to campus around 1015 (my class was at 11). but the classes went well and i think ill do ok this semester. woke clint up and had him bring me some gas. went to a gas station and discovered that for some reason my little antifreeze resivior was bone dry. hmmm. well i buy some and we fill it up and head home. we pop the hood after the 15 min drive home and discover that the resivior is almost empty again and that little bubbles are coming out of one of the main pipes. googdy. so i call mom(since shes on my side for the moment) and tell her whats up.
tuesday at 7 am i took the car to a mechanic and discovered that no, they cant just fix that part, apparently the fan actually isnt working(which i saw with my own eyes, so i know he wasnt b.s.-ing). so i need a whole new radiator. $630 its gonna cost. i dont have that money. so i call mom and tell her whats going on with the car, she comes down(after many back and forth phone calls between her, me, and dad), drives me home to get ready for my first day of work, drives me back to the mechanic to pick up the car and she pays with dads credit card. i go to my first day of work, everything goes fine.i actually come home in a good mood because i feel that im going to enjoy working there.
wednesday i go to class again. everything seems ok, then on the way out of the parking lot my car starts making scary noises.
thursday i run over to the mechanic at 7 am again and he cant see anything wrong and gave me a few ideas what the noises might be. went to work again. still enjoyed it
friday i dont really remember much. i know i stubbed the hell out of one of my toes and almost broke the nail off. fucker hurt for the rest of the day. went to class, printed out some stuff, lazed around til clint got up then went out and bought a printer so i could stop having to pay .10 per page on campus. got the printer home and it worked fine.
satuday i went to use the printer again and it was telling me that there was some sort of error with the ink. we take it back to best buy and the guy tells us that 'he has no way of testing it so he can't tell us whats wrong'. HOW ABOUT TRY PRINTING SOMETHING DUMBASS??? but what do i know. so i just decide to return it and get a different one, since the one we bought was the 2nd one left for sale in the entire state of georgia. the only other one is in buckhead. clint and i find a few that seem like good ideas, but would like a helpful employee to help us compare them. clint and i both know that when in any electronic store, its easier for a chick to find a helpful employee, so he wanders off to hide for a minute. so i stand up real straight, put on my confused face and smile real big at the young salesdude and ask to get some help comparing printers. he remembers me from the day before and i tell him what happend. i show him the ones we have in mind and he pulls all the little cards and starts to compare the things written on the cards, but sees that im looking bored with that (since i already read and compared that stuff myself), he starts talking about the stuff thats not written down(which is why i snagged him in the first place). finally because i put on my confused face, i get him to narrow it down for me and he picked out the printer. surprisingly it was the cheapest of the ones i was looking at. i ask him a few more questions, one about the ink. he just about hops up and says 'oh here, the inks are right over here and the one you need is this one because when you buy both together you save about $6 as opposed to buying them separately so here you go im gonna go grab a ladder and get that printer for you now do you have any more questions?'. personally i think he was so eager because he was afraid. the day before one of the other sales people told him to help me because i had been waiting for a while and he took one look at me(at that point i was tied to looking at printers, i had a headache, was hungry, and just generally pissy), his eyes got real big, and as he walked past me really fast he said hed be with me in a minute he just had to look up a printer really fast. but he never came back. so i think he was so eager to help the next day because he thought i was a little midget cannibal that was going to eat him or something.
sunday i used our wonderful new printer. its nice. went to work again. aparently sunday is not only the day the mexicans come out its also the day to buy porn. every other guy that came to the register was buying it. i dont have a problem with it, doesnt bother me at all. but it was so funny because none of them would look me in the eye to respond with more than a grunt or a nod when i rang up their total and gave change. and some just blushed like you would not believe! i have a feeling they were even more embarassed because for magazines, after we scan them we have to key in the price, well because girly magazines are wrapped in plastic, sometimes you have to shift it so that you can ready the price. i will say, playboy is the worst at covering up the price. drove me nuts and embarassed the guys even worse. one guy put his mag on the counter then actually took a step back and stared at the floor the whole time. i find all this absolutely hilarious.
yesterday was really long. went to class, my last class let out during the monsoon that came through. it was ugly, i think noah was building his ark in the parking lot and i heard that dorothy and toto had already drowned. i knew i was wearing a white shirt, didnt have my umbrella, had a mile long walk back to my car, that i had to go because i had to get to work, and that no matter what i was going to get wet. so you know what i did? put my coat on, zipped up, took my sandals off, rolled up my pants, and started walking. why run and risk falling and busting my ass?. so im walkin along while most everyone else is running like mad. finally make it to the car soaked and dripping. i wring out my hair and get going. only prob is that the storm followed me home, so i was having to be like everyone else and doing 40 on the highway because visibility was next to nil. i know it was next to nil because it became nil when i exited the highway to make the last leg to work. it was black out. everyone was doing 20. it was as if someone was running a fire hose down your windshield. i was scared as hell, being one who doesnt like driving to begin with, and cant see at night(which it pretty much was even though it was only 530).made it to work and work went fine. did a few shelving projects. came home thinking id go right to bed but instead wound up staying up til 230am. still tired as hell. just cant get any sleep.
k, gotta go eat and get ready for work again.
sunday my rents came by to visit. seemed like they actually are ok with the place. we all went out to eat and whatnot. things seem to be ok, mom is now speaking to me again(prolly cause she is ready to murder my father).
monday i went to go to class and could not find a spot if my life depended on it. while searching for a spot my car began to everheat. now, my thermostat had been reading high lately and we thought that my thermostat was just running hot because when we had popped the hood the other week we saw both fans working fine. but you see, i know it was overheating because steam was coming out from under my hood. on top of that, i had meant to get gas before venturing onto campus, but the station i was going to go to was closed for some reason. so not only was the car overheating, but i was running on about a gallon of gas. finally found a spot out in b.f.i.(bum fuck iowa) and had to hike a half mile to class. in the end i was about 10 min late, which doesnt sound too bad, except that i got to campus around 1015 (my class was at 11). but the classes went well and i think ill do ok this semester. woke clint up and had him bring me some gas. went to a gas station and discovered that for some reason my little antifreeze resivior was bone dry. hmmm. well i buy some and we fill it up and head home. we pop the hood after the 15 min drive home and discover that the resivior is almost empty again and that little bubbles are coming out of one of the main pipes. googdy. so i call mom(since shes on my side for the moment) and tell her whats up.
tuesday at 7 am i took the car to a mechanic and discovered that no, they cant just fix that part, apparently the fan actually isnt working(which i saw with my own eyes, so i know he wasnt b.s.-ing). so i need a whole new radiator. $630 its gonna cost. i dont have that money. so i call mom and tell her whats going on with the car, she comes down(after many back and forth phone calls between her, me, and dad), drives me home to get ready for my first day of work, drives me back to the mechanic to pick up the car and she pays with dads credit card. i go to my first day of work, everything goes fine.i actually come home in a good mood because i feel that im going to enjoy working there.
wednesday i go to class again. everything seems ok, then on the way out of the parking lot my car starts making scary noises.
thursday i run over to the mechanic at 7 am again and he cant see anything wrong and gave me a few ideas what the noises might be. went to work again. still enjoyed it
friday i dont really remember much. i know i stubbed the hell out of one of my toes and almost broke the nail off. fucker hurt for the rest of the day. went to class, printed out some stuff, lazed around til clint got up then went out and bought a printer so i could stop having to pay .10 per page on campus. got the printer home and it worked fine.
satuday i went to use the printer again and it was telling me that there was some sort of error with the ink. we take it back to best buy and the guy tells us that 'he has no way of testing it so he can't tell us whats wrong'. HOW ABOUT TRY PRINTING SOMETHING DUMBASS??? but what do i know. so i just decide to return it and get a different one, since the one we bought was the 2nd one left for sale in the entire state of georgia. the only other one is in buckhead. clint and i find a few that seem like good ideas, but would like a helpful employee to help us compare them. clint and i both know that when in any electronic store, its easier for a chick to find a helpful employee, so he wanders off to hide for a minute. so i stand up real straight, put on my confused face and smile real big at the young salesdude and ask to get some help comparing printers. he remembers me from the day before and i tell him what happend. i show him the ones we have in mind and he pulls all the little cards and starts to compare the things written on the cards, but sees that im looking bored with that (since i already read and compared that stuff myself), he starts talking about the stuff thats not written down(which is why i snagged him in the first place). finally because i put on my confused face, i get him to narrow it down for me and he picked out the printer. surprisingly it was the cheapest of the ones i was looking at. i ask him a few more questions, one about the ink. he just about hops up and says 'oh here, the inks are right over here and the one you need is this one because when you buy both together you save about $6 as opposed to buying them separately so here you go im gonna go grab a ladder and get that printer for you now do you have any more questions?'. personally i think he was so eager because he was afraid. the day before one of the other sales people told him to help me because i had been waiting for a while and he took one look at me(at that point i was tied to looking at printers, i had a headache, was hungry, and just generally pissy), his eyes got real big, and as he walked past me really fast he said hed be with me in a minute he just had to look up a printer really fast. but he never came back. so i think he was so eager to help the next day because he thought i was a little midget cannibal that was going to eat him or something.
sunday i used our wonderful new printer. its nice. went to work again. aparently sunday is not only the day the mexicans come out its also the day to buy porn. every other guy that came to the register was buying it. i dont have a problem with it, doesnt bother me at all. but it was so funny because none of them would look me in the eye to respond with more than a grunt or a nod when i rang up their total and gave change. and some just blushed like you would not believe! i have a feeling they were even more embarassed because for magazines, after we scan them we have to key in the price, well because girly magazines are wrapped in plastic, sometimes you have to shift it so that you can ready the price. i will say, playboy is the worst at covering up the price. drove me nuts and embarassed the guys even worse. one guy put his mag on the counter then actually took a step back and stared at the floor the whole time. i find all this absolutely hilarious.
yesterday was really long. went to class, my last class let out during the monsoon that came through. it was ugly, i think noah was building his ark in the parking lot and i heard that dorothy and toto had already drowned. i knew i was wearing a white shirt, didnt have my umbrella, had a mile long walk back to my car, that i had to go because i had to get to work, and that no matter what i was going to get wet. so you know what i did? put my coat on, zipped up, took my sandals off, rolled up my pants, and started walking. why run and risk falling and busting my ass?. so im walkin along while most everyone else is running like mad. finally make it to the car soaked and dripping. i wring out my hair and get going. only prob is that the storm followed me home, so i was having to be like everyone else and doing 40 on the highway because visibility was next to nil. i know it was next to nil because it became nil when i exited the highway to make the last leg to work. it was black out. everyone was doing 20. it was as if someone was running a fire hose down your windshield. i was scared as hell, being one who doesnt like driving to begin with, and cant see at night(which it pretty much was even though it was only 530).made it to work and work went fine. did a few shelving projects. came home thinking id go right to bed but instead wound up staying up til 230am. still tired as hell. just cant get any sleep.
k, gotta go eat and get ready for work again.