everythings so easy for pauline
Ok kidletts. Here are a couple of stories for you all. I know I've been kind of MIA for a while.
About a week ago, I met a boy named Greg. He's super cute, and really sweet, so we agreed to hang out and watch a movie. Cuddling happened. He tried to fuck me, I said no and there were no issues there... apparently, he's pretty stuck on me now. Really, the boy just isn't my type. He's very much a Hollister-type country boy. 'Nuff said, if you know me. I tried to explain to him that I'd love to be his friend and hang out with him sometimes, but there would be nothing more, but he won't listen. I've been getting non-stop emails from him for the past week, asking why he isn't good enough for me, and it's just annoying. It just figures that a cute boy shows interest in me, and he ends up not being my type at all. Oy.
The situation with Greg leads me to my next point: I don't date. Is that weird? I'm 19 years old, and I live in a college town that should, in theory, be full of single guys (or gals) my age, but I haven't been able to many any of them that I would consider datable... and the ones that are, as soon as I get up the balls to do something about it, find someone else to date. What the fuck. Do I just have stupidly high standards? Do I come off as undateable to people? These are just thoughts I have. Jessi and I (when she's not being a cunt) have discussed my social life here in Bloomington, and she is convinced that I need to get out and start dating. It's not that I don't agree with her, but the concept is so forgien to me. How does one "get out there," exactly? I've never been a dater. Jessi suggested I date a fellow Starbuckian, but that seems odd to me. Even if I could get a date, would I go? Lord knows I don't have the extra money to be throwing around for dating, I can't save up any extra money because I have bills to pay.
Which leads me to work. I got my 6th month raise to $7.70 an hour a month ago, and just recently learned that I will not be getting another raise with my review, which Amanda (my manager) has apparently already done without me. Quite an odd feat, if you ask me, as it is starbucks policy to conduct a review with the partner in question. I'll be working Christmas day this year, and I have no problem with that. It's a double-time day so I'll be making $92.40 on Christmas alone, and tips from that day are being put aside for only the partners that work. So yay for me! Monies!
Work pretty much blew goat balls today. Today was the last day for one of my favorite baristas, Doherty. She was a transfer from Alabama who came up to live with with her boyfriend before she started Grad school. After her shift, she hung out in the store for about an hour, to say her proper goodbyes to all of us. Tears were shed. Brandy (a shift manager) and I watched her leave through the drive-thru window, as we were two of the partners closest to her. In a very depressing movie-esque fashion, as she drive out of the parking lot of the store, she stopped at the stop sign, looked at the store and waved. Broke my heart.
Also, for those of you I havne't spoken to recently, I've had a cold since I came back from Knoxville. And the past few days has been mucus-draining, sore-throat hell. I took orders on drive-thru all day today, because Kris was being a dick and refused to assign a till on drive-thru like he was supposed to, and double-barred the entire shift. I begged him to let me bar, so I could rest my voice, but no, he had to have it his way. I was too pissed to bitch to the shift manager on duty about it, so I just said fuck it, and kept on taking orders sounds a bit too much like Bea Arthur for my liking. After work, I caught a cab back to my apartment (which cost me $10, mind you) when I realized I had locked my keys and my debit card inside in the coat I had worn the night before. Fuck. Called mother, and she was too busy playing an online poker tournament to come get me, dad was at work in Bedford, and Jessica was at the winery. So, I thanked my lucky stars I had my Radiohead live in Chicago cds that a coworker burned for me in my bag, along with my cd player, and started the nearly six and a half mile hike across Bloomington. Fun.
So, here I sit at 11:00pm. My feet hurt, my back is killing me, I have little to no voice, and I smell like coffee, sweat, and stale cigarettes (thanks mom).
Woo. Fucking. Hoo.
Story of my life, ladies and gentlemen. I don't really know of much else to say.
Maybe popcorn will cheer me up.
About a week ago, I met a boy named Greg. He's super cute, and really sweet, so we agreed to hang out and watch a movie. Cuddling happened. He tried to fuck me, I said no and there were no issues there... apparently, he's pretty stuck on me now. Really, the boy just isn't my type. He's very much a Hollister-type country boy. 'Nuff said, if you know me. I tried to explain to him that I'd love to be his friend and hang out with him sometimes, but there would be nothing more, but he won't listen. I've been getting non-stop emails from him for the past week, asking why he isn't good enough for me, and it's just annoying. It just figures that a cute boy shows interest in me, and he ends up not being my type at all. Oy.
The situation with Greg leads me to my next point: I don't date. Is that weird? I'm 19 years old, and I live in a college town that should, in theory, be full of single guys (or gals) my age, but I haven't been able to many any of them that I would consider datable... and the ones that are, as soon as I get up the balls to do something about it, find someone else to date. What the fuck. Do I just have stupidly high standards? Do I come off as undateable to people? These are just thoughts I have. Jessi and I (when she's not being a cunt) have discussed my social life here in Bloomington, and she is convinced that I need to get out and start dating. It's not that I don't agree with her, but the concept is so forgien to me. How does one "get out there," exactly? I've never been a dater. Jessi suggested I date a fellow Starbuckian, but that seems odd to me. Even if I could get a date, would I go? Lord knows I don't have the extra money to be throwing around for dating, I can't save up any extra money because I have bills to pay.
Which leads me to work. I got my 6th month raise to $7.70 an hour a month ago, and just recently learned that I will not be getting another raise with my review, which Amanda (my manager) has apparently already done without me. Quite an odd feat, if you ask me, as it is starbucks policy to conduct a review with the partner in question. I'll be working Christmas day this year, and I have no problem with that. It's a double-time day so I'll be making $92.40 on Christmas alone, and tips from that day are being put aside for only the partners that work. So yay for me! Monies!
Work pretty much blew goat balls today. Today was the last day for one of my favorite baristas, Doherty. She was a transfer from Alabama who came up to live with with her boyfriend before she started Grad school. After her shift, she hung out in the store for about an hour, to say her proper goodbyes to all of us. Tears were shed. Brandy (a shift manager) and I watched her leave through the drive-thru window, as we were two of the partners closest to her. In a very depressing movie-esque fashion, as she drive out of the parking lot of the store, she stopped at the stop sign, looked at the store and waved. Broke my heart.
Also, for those of you I havne't spoken to recently, I've had a cold since I came back from Knoxville. And the past few days has been mucus-draining, sore-throat hell. I took orders on drive-thru all day today, because Kris was being a dick and refused to assign a till on drive-thru like he was supposed to, and double-barred the entire shift. I begged him to let me bar, so I could rest my voice, but no, he had to have it his way. I was too pissed to bitch to the shift manager on duty about it, so I just said fuck it, and kept on taking orders sounds a bit too much like Bea Arthur for my liking. After work, I caught a cab back to my apartment (which cost me $10, mind you) when I realized I had locked my keys and my debit card inside in the coat I had worn the night before. Fuck. Called mother, and she was too busy playing an online poker tournament to come get me, dad was at work in Bedford, and Jessica was at the winery. So, I thanked my lucky stars I had my Radiohead live in Chicago cds that a coworker burned for me in my bag, along with my cd player, and started the nearly six and a half mile hike across Bloomington. Fun.
So, here I sit at 11:00pm. My feet hurt, my back is killing me, I have little to no voice, and I smell like coffee, sweat, and stale cigarettes (thanks mom).
Woo. Fucking. Hoo.
Story of my life, ladies and gentlemen. I don't really know of much else to say.
Maybe popcorn will cheer me up.