Entry #751- Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE???
Of course, the moment I start to want to be social is the night when no one is online or anything. Baaahhhhh...
Work called me this morning to get me to go in earlier. So I went in 30 minutes early. And I closed tonight, which meant staying 45 minutes afterwards too. But all is well, because the paycheck totally made my night. Hurray for money. I'm totally saving up for the Nintendo Fusion Tour.
I hurt my left pointer finger doing balloons. I literally scraped the cuticle off of the nail, and it started bleeding. Workman's comp, here I come. Just kidding, kiddos. And the tip of my right finger is numb.
And I get to do it all over again tomorrow for 3 hours. Yip-fucking-ee. 10 to 1... I'm gonna make sure I grab something to eat before I go because we definitely don't seem to get breaks at Party America... I didn't eat dinner until shortly after 9:00 tonight. Woo for that.
But the paycheck is fabulous. I'm all excited. Can't you see the excitement?
Ben is officially the first cool person to come visit me at work and mock my totally (not) amazing costume. But it was good. He bought a card... did you know that Party America sells cards cheaper than Hallmark, because we totally do... and I know you all need cards. Right? Right??? Oh! And then I saw Christie later too, which was cool because she's a totally sweetheart. She's good at color-scheming balloons, which is something the average balloon-buyer lacks.
Trust me. Between Kelly and I, we blew up probably near 100 balloons today. Even with my gimpy finger.
I still suck with boys. I am numbing myself off from him. This isn't healthy, natural, or right, nor is it fair to myself in the least. He needs to learn how not to flirt if he truly is taken. Biatch.
"My dirty little secret, who has to know?"
Manda
Of course, the moment I start to want to be social is the night when no one is online or anything. Baaahhhhh...
Work called me this morning to get me to go in earlier. So I went in 30 minutes early. And I closed tonight, which meant staying 45 minutes afterwards too. But all is well, because the paycheck totally made my night. Hurray for money. I'm totally saving up for the Nintendo Fusion Tour.
I hurt my left pointer finger doing balloons. I literally scraped the cuticle off of the nail, and it started bleeding. Workman's comp, here I come. Just kidding, kiddos. And the tip of my right finger is numb.
And I get to do it all over again tomorrow for 3 hours. Yip-fucking-ee. 10 to 1... I'm gonna make sure I grab something to eat before I go because we definitely don't seem to get breaks at Party America... I didn't eat dinner until shortly after 9:00 tonight. Woo for that.
But the paycheck is fabulous. I'm all excited. Can't you see the excitement?
Ben is officially the first cool person to come visit me at work and mock my totally (not) amazing costume. But it was good. He bought a card... did you know that Party America sells cards cheaper than Hallmark, because we totally do... and I know you all need cards. Right? Right??? Oh! And then I saw Christie later too, which was cool because she's a totally sweetheart. She's good at color-scheming balloons, which is something the average balloon-buyer lacks.
Trust me. Between Kelly and I, we blew up probably near 100 balloons today. Even with my gimpy finger.
I still suck with boys. I am numbing myself off from him. This isn't healthy, natural, or right, nor is it fair to myself in the least. He needs to learn how not to flirt if he truly is taken. Biatch.
"My dirty little secret, who has to know?"
Manda