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OH well today at work was fun. I actually woke up in a pretty good mood today, even took it to work with me. But it took Jude about an hour and a half to stomp all over it. He was so crabby-ass today. D: I mean Sundays at the gas station are always kinda lousy because they're really slow but ugh why did he have to be so shitty all day. Every lil thing seemed to be irritating him. We've got this stupid contet going on for which store in our chain can sell the most Reese's peanut butter eggs. We don't stand a chance of winning this contest because we're up against truck stops with like 4 registers and shit but whatevs. So we at least would like to beat out the Sunoco down the street from us. Yes they're owned by the same people but we're still competing to see which of us can sell more eggs. It's really not that big of a deal. Yes we're all asking everyone & yes we've even put up stupid lil signs, but it's nothing to be pissed off about. It's not like your job depends on you selling the damn eggs. Yes Amy (manager) would like you to make a good try at it, but she's not gonna write you up or something for not trying hard enuf. But here he is being all crappy about it like he's so damn put-upon. RRRRRRR. So yeah, he made my day even longer than a boring-ass Sunday already is and he really ruined my mood just completely.
I don't understand why nothing from my Etsy account ever sells & the only things from Zazzle that ever sell are the Back to School stuff. I mean, of course I appreciate any support of my art. I just don't understand why apparently only teachers are shopping in my store... idk.. I realise that I'm a total fail at updating my pages, blogs, stores, etc. So I know that doesn't help my cause much (I'm planning on setting more time aside for that hopefully soon!) but it's just weird that there's only certain stuff that anyone ever buys..
Ugh my right eye is killing me. It was bugging me last night before I went to bed & it's been bothering me all day. Like something is grating. I can't tell tho if it's actually my eye or if it's in the cheekbone under the eye. I'm kind of scared that it might be trying to get infected because if it is I'm so fucked. I don't have a doctor or clinic or anything to go to. D= As it is, we just got a notice from the Memorial (the hospital where I was taken when I passed out at work) with a like healthcare card or something in it saying that we owe $54/month on this card or they will charge us an extra $25 every month that we're late or can't pay. Awesome. The fucking bill is $1300! I've already tried talking to work about it & Amy told me that she doesn't think workman's comp would do anything about it because I was taken to the hospital for passing out, not for cutting myself at work. But I wouldn't have passed out if I hadn't cut myself. I'll have to talk to her again & if I have to I can go over her head to the corporate office about it. They should at least be able to help me with something! It's not like I called the fucking ambulance on myself. And there is also a financial aid form that we can fill out & take in to the hospital. Will have to round up a fuckton of paperwork for all the people in the house but if it gets them to reduce the bill it's worth it..
I don't understand why nothing from my Etsy account ever sells & the only things from Zazzle that ever sell are the Back to School stuff. I mean, of course I appreciate any support of my art. I just don't understand why apparently only teachers are shopping in my store... idk.. I realise that I'm a total fail at updating my pages, blogs, stores, etc. So I know that doesn't help my cause much (I'm planning on setting more time aside for that hopefully soon!) but it's just weird that there's only certain stuff that anyone ever buys..
Ugh my right eye is killing me. It was bugging me last night before I went to bed & it's been bothering me all day. Like something is grating. I can't tell tho if it's actually my eye or if it's in the cheekbone under the eye. I'm kind of scared that it might be trying to get infected because if it is I'm so fucked. I don't have a doctor or clinic or anything to go to. D= As it is, we just got a notice from the Memorial (the hospital where I was taken when I passed out at work) with a like healthcare card or something in it saying that we owe $54/month on this card or they will charge us an extra $25 every month that we're late or can't pay. Awesome. The fucking bill is $1300! I've already tried talking to work about it & Amy told me that she doesn't think workman's comp would do anything about it because I was taken to the hospital for passing out, not for cutting myself at work. But I wouldn't have passed out if I hadn't cut myself. I'll have to talk to her again & if I have to I can go over her head to the corporate office about it. They should at least be able to help me with something! It's not like I called the fucking ambulance on myself. And there is also a financial aid form that we can fill out & take in to the hospital. Will have to round up a fuckton of paperwork for all the people in the house but if it gets them to reduce the bill it's worth it..