A customer tried to tip me $20 yesterday. I didn't take it cause I was pretty sure I'd get fired, even though he insisted and told me to "find it on the floor" and I later found out I could have taken it. Damn! I'm broke! But at least he and his girlfriend were really nice which is rare during the holidays (go figure ( Read more... )

I seriously only write in this thing when I'm feeling kinda sad or stressed, which doesn't make for interesting reading.

Cracker Barrel. Om nom nom.

I want to have a romantic dinner with Chris without roomates and dirty apartments and parental advisory.

I also want to combine my lemon rice soup with chicken and dumplings and make the most awesome thing ever: lemon chicken and dumplings. Mmm.

I've been sick for what feels like a month, and I'm just now starting to feel better - and it's almost like I have boundless energy, though I think that's just a mental hooray/trick of the mind. I had walking pneumonia like a month ago and then got an upper respiratory infection. Ah, nothing like not getting enough sleep and always being stressed ( Read more... )

And I bet she fucking hates it now. From awesome to fail in a couple of months, then add a few dicky zone leaders (who never took an interest in the department you took care of before almost single-handedly sometimes until now) and/or sales floor managers and you've got some epic fail soup going on. Party!

What I lack physically I make up in personality.

And awesomeness.

I. want. to. smash. guitars. Blah blah blah profesora, yes, I'd revel in the "destruction" of it - its broken strings and their discordant music, the cracked stem and its flying splinters, the weight of one force hitting another - and something happens.

I don't think I care anymore ( Read more... )

You look like a perfect fit ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )