If Wal-Mart and Walgreens were to have a dance off... Walgreens would CASTRATE Wal-Mart
So..... financial aid took me off payroll AGAIN. I just want to take Kathy Dehen out for a nice steak dinner at a five-star restaurant to show her how much I appreciate her hard work. If I could roll my eyes over livejournal, that's what you'd be seeing right now.
So I totally got used to Walgreens and their wonderful film developing/printing department. Then I came home and went to Wal-Mart at 8:00 p.m. to get some digitals printed off so I can scrapbook. Well, they won't be done until tomorrow. I forgot how ridiculous Wal-Mart is.
Work isn't too bad... working six days a week is wearing me out, but that's just because my butt is lazy and hasn't done much physical activity in the past nine months. I give it another week or so before I'm used to running my butt off 6 hours a night 6 days a week. The good news is that I'm basically going to be delivering all summer. Delivering means I'm not actually in the building much, which means I won't have to deal with my coworkers very much. However, since Tammy has wrecked two delivery cars, we only have one car and the monster van left. I got stuck with the darn van last night. That was the first time I have ever driven a vehicle bigger than my Grand Am. I didn't hit anything, and the van and I bonded. Okay, fine, so I parked in the middle of the street most of the time, but I managed to make $40 on 18 deliveries. I've figured out when I drive I make more in tips than I do in hourly wages. Another bad point of delivering is the sketchy side of town (who all decide to order when I'm driving) and dogs. I was attacked by three dogs the other night. One pulled my money bag out of my pocket. I blame it on the obnoxious tie-dye t-shirts we have to wear.
My mom is grouchy, and has generally been unapproachable since I've been home, but what else is new. My room is done, which means I can start scrapbooking, but I have to wait for Wal-Mart to take it's sweet ol' time. So, I'm beading a bracelet. It's pink, and I can't figure out when I made the turn to Girl. I was the girl with no pink articles of clothing about a year ago.
I have nothing else productive to say (not that any of this has been productive). Mrs. Niemann came in Pizza Man the other night and so I'll be in her classroom all day tomorrow... I wouldn't mind, but I get up early twice a week for work, plus when I go to her classroom it's never just a one day thing. I'll be in there the rest of the year. Not that she makes me, I just get sucked into those kids. They'll ask me to come back (referring to me as "Ms. Jackson"), and how can you say no to that?? Then it'll be off to Pizza Man for the night of hell, a.k.a. buffet night.
Other than that, I am so pumped about this weekend. I cannot wait.