not too much new happening.
i went to a grocery store here called 'biggs' and i just about had myself crying in the store. pathetic. hormonal. impatient.
those three words sum my attitude of the last week up.
anymore i just look at that big moon getting bigger and say, 'bring it.'
i never would have imagined myself as sentimental. at least not *this* sentimental. biggs has an 'international aisle' and i was mulling over all the wonderful european things that they had in the aisle, wanting to be back in france.
paris has been calling me of late.
maybe, it's just the painting too near to my desk, always just out of peripheral vision.
*sigh*
to have such whines.
on the other end of the aisle i found tahini. go figure. i've made hummus, yet again, and will live on that for the rest of my life. thank you.
hummus and guacamole.
this weekend, i bring out the sewing machine.
oh, and saturday, my man greg morris is playing again, so i'm going out saturday night.
rock on.
work today was pish. they shorted me six hours on my check. i forgot to clock back in from break one day. this happens sometimes when i come back from break early. i do it all the time, come back 10 mins early. the register won't let you clock back in until 30 mins is up. well, you can damn well believe that i said something to them about it the day that it happens. it takes 30 seconds to fix.
not a bad trade, i didn't think so at least. i *give* you 10 minutes of my time. you take 30 seconds to fix my time because i was actually concentrating on work and not fucking around.
well, dickhead, aka boywonder, forgot to do that.
so, i reported it this morning, so they could fix it.
boy wonder decides to 'talk to me' in front of everyone about how inconvenient it is. blah blah blah. and i need to remember. blah blah blah.
so, i explain why (this has been explained before). the only reason this happens is when i get to break late. we open at 10:00am. if i go to lunch at 9:45 a.m. I don't get back until 10:15. well, i take pity, i know what it's like to be behind on running a shift.
well fuck all that.
fuck
all
that.
boywonder looks at me after i give him the explanation and says, 'what are you talking about?'
like i just fucking invented coming back early, the fact that sometimes i don't even get a break, etc etc.
i was livid.
why does he think everything has to be a confrontation? why does he think that i'm not going to reply to him when he gives me a load of BULLSHIT.
i was sour for about half an hour while i tried to adjust my attitude. then gail and tiffany came up and started spanking me, grinding on me, and kissing on me, and you just have to smile when you get that type of attention and the people driving by are looking at us like 'wtf?'
tiffany and i sang the whole song 'paradise by the dashboard light' while we were cutting lettuce. everyone had it in their head for the rest of the day.
i am evil this way. i pick a song and stick it in peoples' headses.
ha ha hahahha
the other day i had the general manager singing 'push it'
heh heh
well this is double spaced randomness bitchy hormonalness over and out.
Posted by hawkie at January 29, 2004 06:19 PM