Saturday, August 28:

worst. day. ever.

there are days when nothing out of the ordinary happens, you feel peaceful and satisfied, if not terribly excited. yesterday was not one of those days.

1. went to work with a cold
2. walked into work an hour after a mandatory meeting i'd forgotten about had started
3. terrible drive through customers. people who insist on giving exact change without knowing that the big ones are 25, the medium ones are 5, the little ones are 10, and the copper ones are 1. absolute morons.
4. got yelled at by my boss for drive through taking a long time. (duh, that's what happens when my customers don't know what they want or how to pay for it)
5. i was supposed to get off at 5. no one got there till 5.20, no one took over DT till 5.30, no one counted my drawer till 5.35. the managers (one of whom had waltzed in 20 mins late) were too busy gossiping about what happened last night.
6. got frickin' angry at said managers, started crying, general hysterics. only then did they realize that i wanted to go home. plus, my cold medicine had worn off an hour and a half earlier
7. got home, grumpy at parents
8. parents leave 10 mins after i arrive to go have dinner without me, saying, look- your sister came to visit you for the evening. she'll keep you company and make you dinner and you can have sister time
9. sister leaves to visit friend (he's only here for one night!) half hour after parents leave
10. and doesn't make me dinner
11. i break filter for fish tank, decide to go to petsmart to buy another filter and a plecostimous (sp?)
12. petsmart closes at 9.00, i arrive at 9.02
13. well, since i'm out, i'll pick up some tacos at the new shop
14. restaurant: cash only. me: card only
15. i'll console myself with ice cream from new ice cream shop
16. while they do take cards, it tasted like crap because i accidentally got sugar-free topping (read: tastes like cardboard flavored dirt. or dirt flavored cardboard)
17. after all this, i go home and forget that i have homework. hooray! midnight sunday homework session for me, after only one week of classes!

why?

the first day of school, i felt absolutely fine, aside from having like 3 hours of sleep the night before. yesterday, i woke up with a full-blown cold. where did it come from? no one i know has a cold. i haven't even been around anyone lately! so i called in sick to work today, and my manager was all like, "well you were in here yesterday." all suspicious-like. yes i was in there yesterday, but if she wasn't so unobservant, she would have noticed that i was doing a lot of sniffling and coughing and going "ungh". plus, it wasn't like i was in there WORKING; i dropped in on my way home from school because it was payday, and i wanted my check. anyway. she hung up the phone before i could tell her that i had asked a coworker if he would be willing to take my shift. oh well. if she's too rude to even signal that she's hanging up, then screw her. she doesn't deserve to have a good day. it's like, she never says "oh i'm sorry you're sick. rest up and get better!". when i tell her i'm sick, she mutters "that means we'll only have five people tonight..." as if her problems will make me magically unsick, ready to work. when i call in sick, it's not because i'm weak and too wimpy to work. it's because i don't think it's best for anyone if i come in and go "*sniff* i guess i'll make this food for this customer...*cough cough* here's your order, sir...*snerk*"
i feel that it's best for me to keep my nasty, snotty, germy self at home, for the safety and peace of mind of both myself and my customers. and coworkers.
*steps off soap box*

why?

the first day of school, i felt absolutely fine, aside from having like 3 hours of sleep the night before. yesterday, i woke up with a full-blown cold. where did it come from? no one i know has a cold. i haven't even been around anyone lately! so i called in sick to work today, and my manager was all like, "well you were in here yesterday." all suspicious-like. yes i was in there yesterday, but if she wasn't so unobservant, she would have noticed that i was doing a lot of sniffling and coughing and going "ungh". plus, it wasn't like i was in there WORKING; i dropped in on my way home from school because it was payday, and i wanted my check. anyway. she hung up the phone before i could tell her that i had asked a coworker if he would be willing to take my shift. oh well. if she's too rude to even signal that she's hanging up, then screw her. she doesn't deserve to have a good day. it's like, she never says "oh i'm sorry you're sick. rest up and get better!". when i tell her i'm sick, she mutters "that means we'll only have five people tonight..." as if her problems will make me magically unsick, ready to work. when i call in sick, it's not because i'm weak and too wimpy to work. it's because i don't think it's best for anyone if i come in and go "*sniff* i guess i'll make this food for this customer...*cough cough* here's your order, sir...*snerk*"
i feel that it's best for me to keep my nasty, snotty, germy self at home, for the safety and peace of mind of both myself and my customers. and coworkers.
*steps off soap box*

blargh

as i lay here, on the eve of my sophomore year in college, quietly doing not much, and not even remembering that tomorrow is school, my vomitous stomach decides to remind me. every year, i get queasy on the first day of school. as far back as i can remember. my mind may not even be aware, but my stomach always knows. i remember my senior year in high school, i had an early volleyball class. the first day, i got sick worse than usual, probably because of the physical activity. anyway, my teacher decided to make an example of me to the class:
"did you eat breakfast today?"
:"no"
"let this be a lesson to all of you- always eat breakfast. doesn't matter if you're on a diet or whatever. you gotta eat."

i didn't like that. first of all, if i had eaten breakfast, i wouldn't have fainted, but i WOULD have blown chunks across the freshly buffed floor. second of all, the beginning of my senior year was the time when i was really fat, right before i decided to go to weight watchers. mentioning being on a diet was embarrassing and repulsive to me. how dare she figure i abstained from food because i wanted to be thinner! i didn't eat because i couldn't! i ALWAYS get sick on the first day of school. this was my problem, not hers. and now she was making it the business of every snobby girl and hot guy in the class. so i'm not feeling well tonight.

how to spend the night before the first day of school, you ask? stay up freakin late playing this game, that's how. so what if i don't know my schedule or what time i need to wake up. so what if i don't have my books. so what if i haven't purchased any paper or pens or anything. i have marbles, and that's all i need.

btw, the 'no books' thing is not my fault. it is the school's fault. i ordered the books online. the confirmation said "your order will be processed within 48 hours." apparently, 48 hours from thursday afternoon is not saturday afternoon, but monday morning. i swear, i took college algebra, and i thought 48 hours meant two days. i did get a B in that class, but that was only because i was too confidant and never studied. "hey, i took this same class freshman year of high school! why do the homework or listen during lecture? if they didn't want us to play minehunt during class, they shouldn't have put us in a computer lab for lecture." i sat in the very back of that class, and i know that 3/4 of the students were checking email or playing minehunt during lectures. the other quarter were asleep.

mmm... granola...

i went to the health nut store today with my sister. she has two pet rats, and it makes her feel good to buy bulk health foods to make her own special rat mix. on today's menu: dried banana, "o" type cereal, sunflower seeds, dried tomato, split yellow peas, etc etc. anyway. we went to the store, had fun with the little pour spouts you never get to play with when you're a little kid in the coffee/ jelly bean/ bulk sunflower seed aisle (but it'd be so FUN to open up all the spouts and make a mountain of coffee in the middle of the store, mom!). we wandered around, getting some other fun things like chips and salsa. saw a few health food hotties stocking peanut butter, etc. when we were ready to check out, there were two of said hotties running one line. so we go up, unload the many self-done baggies of rat food ingredients, smile at the boys.
"so what are you girls doing today?"
:"oh, just making rat food"
"did you say 'rat food'?"
:"yes. i have two pet rats, and i make their own mix of food"
"oh. i thought i was behind on the latest lingo. you know: "rat food..."
all: laugh

then on the way out, sis went and tripped on the mat in front of the door. not the first time she's tripped in the middle of a market :). oh yeah, we're cool.

btw

i have the words "and boris karloff has no hair" dancing around in my head. sigh. it really is time for bed.

whoa

so a couple of nights ago, no, last night, this girl that i hate came into my place of work to order food. actually, she just asked for a glass for water, which she filled with soda. anyway, she was talking to her friend saying, "i know i should eat something. i haven't eaten or slept in four days. my best friend just shot himself in the head" etc etc. now, considering the type of girl she is, i wasn't at all surprised that someone she knows just did himself in. hehe. before she mentioned the dead friend part, i was thinking to myself, "hmm, not eating or sleeping for four days? that's what Meth will do to you, genius." in fact, she probably has been on it all week. the dramatic ending of life was just an added bonus. i doubt very much that he was her best friend, but i suppose saying "one of my acquaintances just killed himself" wouldn't be as pitiable. anyway. i thought nothing of it, until tonight, when my manager said something about a friend of mine that used to work with us. she said that this guy who killed himself did so in "alice's" apartment. (name changed to protect the innocent. or guilty. or me.) so i got online when i got home, and have only found one reference to this incident on any of the newspaper and news station websites. it says that the police are looking for a "man and a woman" who were witnesses to the shooting, but are not considered suspects. i assume that this is "alice" and her boyfriend "gustav". i swear, this job has made me make friends with more criminals than i would have thought possible. of all the crimes i would expect to be committed in "alice's" apartment, a shooting is pretty low on the list. i would expect drug use, prostitution, and burglery before murder/suicide/accidental shooting. now that i feel real good about myself and the position i'm in because of my job, i think i'll go to bed. and have sweet, sweet nightmares.
needless to say, i'm really creeped out by all this. and i'm just putting on a bitter, sarcastic, sardonic appearance for the entertainment of my loyal readers. except there are no loyal readers. no readers at all, i believe.

duhhhhhhh

ever have a day when you suddenly realize that you don't have any thoughts? and then you freak out, thinking, why don't i have any thoughts? and you try to think of something, but there's nothing there in your head? at all? so you just sit around outside of work for two hours after you were supposed to leave, and whenever your coworkers come out for a cigarette you're still there, and they ask what's the matter, and you say "i don't know"? and your answer to any question they put to you is "i don't know"? seriously, i'm all... empty feeling. and i don't know why. i don't know when it started, i don't know what it is i want to know, etc etc. sigh. not tired. not energetic. not worried. not happy. just. static.

clouds are lame

i really love rain. living in arizona, rain is an exciting event, that just has to make you smile. but..., does it HAVE to be cloudy on the day when this big wonderful meteor shower culminates? i mean, we have like 335 days of sunshine and clear skies per year! couldn't the clouds come tomorrow? no blazing sky for me tonight. :(

ps

i want a Tipi
*squeal!* it's so cute!

Funfurde

so i'm taking this summer class on shakespeare. we read 5 plays. we have to write a 1/2 page-1 page thing on our reading every day. and i didn't read Henry IV. i tried, really i did. it's just an amazingly easy play to not read. anyway. i also got lazy and didn't do the daily writing for the past two weeks, and we have to turn them all in tomorrow. whee! i've written 5 of the 8 i need to do before tomorrow, but can't do the last 3 until i actually read henry the fourth, so it'll be a fun morning. anyway, while i was busy avoiding doing all this earlier this afternoon, i found this nifty site, and i suggest you all go take a look. i'm not into design, or furniture, but the stuff they put up is so cool i want to be into design and furniture. here we go with my mad link-making skillz:

Funfurde

enjoy.