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i worked today from 10-3, a sweet shift. although we did have one customer that was a pain, but all in all not too bad. this lady wanted us to go to her car, pick up her returns, do the exchange and then bring it back out to her so that she wouldn't have to wake her sleeping babies. She then proceeded to curse off the manager when she told her she couldn't do it because she wasn't allowed to leave the store since she was the only manager on duty (which was true). I was lucky enough to get to deal with her when she did come in. (i also originally handled the phone call). She made my manager pick up the stuff she need to get in exchange and i explained to her that perhaps under normal circumstances we would have let it slide and helped her out, but the manager on duty was working a double shift that day and didn't have any other manager to back her up and on top of that the director of loss prevention (aka peventing stealing) was in the store that day. the lady then realized the err in her ways and apologized to the manager for being so rude. and my manager was really nice about it. after she finally left this girl mary was like "aw, in the end patty (the manager) made a new friend" but yeah, that was really the only big episode during my shift. i was supposed to work 10-4 tomorrow, but i switched with mary so now i'm working an 11-7:30 shift. it brings my week up to 29 hours, so i'm pretty psyched about that. wouldn't it be amazing if i didn't have to work with mark (creepy manager) anymore this week? or better yet, anymore period? ah, such a thing would be sheer bliss. but alas, such things do not happen to me.
My aunt is coming to visit from virginia next week. she's supposed to get to jersey this saturday, hopefully i'm not scheduled to work all crazy hours...hour like i had this week would be superb. oh and now my family's not sure that my cousin from texas will be coming to visit because he quit his job and his mom wants him to line up a new job before he comes up to visit. It's going to be hard to line up a job and then be like "oh yeah, by the way, i need a week off this month." so we'll see. I really hope he makes the trip. it would make me sooo happy :) (so happy it deserved an emoticon).
after a chat with my dad about how i like boys, but they seem not to like me, i decided i was going to write a letter to brad halsey, a pitcher for the new york yankees. he's 23, and relatively attractive. my letter would go something like this:
Hey Brad Halsey-
My name's christina. you're a yankee player and i'm a yankee fan. you're a boy and i'm a girl. You made your major league debut on my birthday this year and we are also both left-handed. coincidence? oh no my friend. it's destiny. I know you aren't the greatest pitcher in the world, but that's okay. I understand and promise to stand by you wherever your career may take you.
I think he should be rather receptive to such a letter. of course, it still needs some work. minor adjustments is all. but after we get to know each other, we could get married and all will be well.
I also told my dad of my plan to get eugene to find a suitable soccer-playing boyfriend for me (you know, in case the brad halsey thing doesn't pan out for some reason). My dad said it was a bad idea because he thinks all soccer players are foriegn, and if the kid was russian like eugene (i almost spelled it yougene) i'd have to turn jewish. He did say however, that if the boy was forien being from an italian background, he'd let it slide.
my dad also tried to joke with me about how if all else fails i could become a lesbian. i got really mad at him for that, but i was also still recovering from his joke about how my brother has nicer boobs than me. thanks dad. thanks a lot.
My aunt is coming to visit from virginia next week. she's supposed to get to jersey this saturday, hopefully i'm not scheduled to work all crazy hours...hour like i had this week would be superb. oh and now my family's not sure that my cousin from texas will be coming to visit because he quit his job and his mom wants him to line up a new job before he comes up to visit. It's going to be hard to line up a job and then be like "oh yeah, by the way, i need a week off this month." so we'll see. I really hope he makes the trip. it would make me sooo happy :) (so happy it deserved an emoticon).
after a chat with my dad about how i like boys, but they seem not to like me, i decided i was going to write a letter to brad halsey, a pitcher for the new york yankees. he's 23, and relatively attractive. my letter would go something like this:
Hey Brad Halsey-
My name's christina. you're a yankee player and i'm a yankee fan. you're a boy and i'm a girl. You made your major league debut on my birthday this year and we are also both left-handed. coincidence? oh no my friend. it's destiny. I know you aren't the greatest pitcher in the world, but that's okay. I understand and promise to stand by you wherever your career may take you.
I think he should be rather receptive to such a letter. of course, it still needs some work. minor adjustments is all. but after we get to know each other, we could get married and all will be well.
I also told my dad of my plan to get eugene to find a suitable soccer-playing boyfriend for me (you know, in case the brad halsey thing doesn't pan out for some reason). My dad said it was a bad idea because he thinks all soccer players are foriegn, and if the kid was russian like eugene (i almost spelled it yougene) i'd have to turn jewish. He did say however, that if the boy was forien being from an italian background, he'd let it slide.
my dad also tried to joke with me about how if all else fails i could become a lesbian. i got really mad at him for that, but i was also still recovering from his joke about how my brother has nicer boobs than me. thanks dad. thanks a lot.