I got my funny face painted on
So....today was crazy. And frustrating.
I was late for the fiftieth time to Select Women's Ensemble and I seriously thought Mrs. Dupra was going to blow a gasket. She didn't say a WORD to me, but man, when that woman gets pissed...well, let me tell you, there is nothing more frightening than my choir teacher. And then I wanted to donate blood but the people were like, "Nope, sorry, you can't. It has to have been a year since you last left the country."
Man, the one time I volunteer to get stuck with needles, they want nothing to do with me!
So then I race to Beauty and the Beast rehearsal (I'm a dancing spoon, FYI), and guess who it was with? Mrs. Dupra. And I was late because I was trying to get the blood drive people to let me donate and, um. Yeah.
Needless to say, if looks could kill, I would be quite dead at the moment.
And THEN I had to go to work at 4:30, or at least I thought I did. I'd called on Sunday to get my hours, and this total jerk (not quite sure who he was, but I'm willing to bet my next paycheck it was this asshat called Bryan) grunted at me what day and time I was working and then HUNG UP on me. Few things piss me off more.
So I show up to work today, right, and I'm already kinda stressed because tomorrow is Variety Show (aka talent show) auditions and I'm nowhere near prepared and I've been running around all afternoon like a chicken with my head cut off. I work for a half an hour, noticing all the while that my supervisor, Terry, and the manager, Jim, keep glancing at me and shooting each other these weird looks. Finally Jim comes up to me and is like, "Um, honey? Not that we're not happy to see you and all...but uh, you're not supposed to work 'til Friday."
Me: .........
Him: Who gave you your hours?
Me: I can't be sure, but I would be willing to bet money on the fact that it was--
Him: *rolling eyes* One of these days, I will strangle that Bryan kid.
So then I was given free food as compensation and advised to go on home. And there's another forty-five minutes of my life, plus half-hour of driving (it's fifteen minutes each way) that I will never be able to get back. Thanks, Bryan. Thanks an awful lot.
Sadly, I'll never be able to prove it was him, because half the guys who work at F&S sound the same, and depending on the day of the week, they can all be equally bastard-like. Bryan just grates on my nerves a little more than the rest.
Well, on a more positive note,
tricky_fishy tagged me to do the following meme. And in turn, I've tagged some of you!
So...
RULES:
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. I really cannot stand words that are spelled wrong on purpose, or to be "cute." It literally makes me feel sick to my stomach and I get all antsy and seriously cannot even look at the offending word. I avoid places like "Kwik Marts" (OMG EW) for exactly that reason. The English language doesn't deserve this kind of humiliating mutilation!
2. I really enjoy reading old journal entries/notebooks/blog posts/fanfiction of mine, mostly because I like to see how my writing style or thinking has changed. Every few months, I usually go through my old diaries and try to find entries that I wrote years ago on the same day. I'm weird like that.
3. Once I set down a routine, I stick to it religiously until something forces me to change. For example, it used to be that every night, I would have dessert while reading a chapter of whatever book I was on at around 8:00, then go take a bath and read some more, then spend two hours on the computer, then go to bed. I did that every single night for about a year and a half, except on weekends or if I had rehearsal or something. Then, I moved to China and I didn't have a bathtub anymore, so I had to revise my gameplan lol. I know, I'm boring.
4. When I read things, I feel as though I'm experiencing the emotions that the characters are, so I can get upset, angry, depressed, happy, excited, etc. really randomly and easily depending on what I'm reading. If something starts getting sad and I'm in public, I usually have to run to a bathroom before I start bawling.
5. I really enjoy listening to showtunes, even if they're from musicals I've never seen. In fact, I almost prefer it that way. xD
6. I absolutely hate talking on the phone to people I don't know, or people I don't know very well. I look forward to those types of calls the way most people look forward to root canals. I have no idea why I get so nervous--sometimes even scared--but I do, and if at all possible, I try to rely on email. I would make a lousy receptionist.
7. I can't write without listening to music, and it has to be very specific. It has to have words, it has to have some sort of relation to what I'm writing, and I have to listen to the same playlist over and over for as long as I'm writing the piece. For example, I once listened to nothing but Anna Nalick for a solid week while I was writing a long fanfic. Needless to say, I skipped over those songs on my iPod for weeks afterwards. xD
Woo! Now, I think I'll tag:
samaside
penny_lane_42
ever_obsessed
russiantwinz
latethoughts
jesterlady
theplotsucks