June 16th, 2005

disco star

maybe she's already dead, maybe she's gone to Mars...

obligatory post for the day...

Bacci has finally been wanting to play fetch again, after many many moons of looking at us like "puh-LEEZ *eyeroll*" whenever we would even suggest such a thing. it always cracks me up to see a cat fetch. however, she's been wanting to play this for FOUR HOURS now. holy mackeral. my arm is getting tired.

work wants me to come in early, as we're getting a Loss Prevention Audit today, and i AM a Shrink Guru, afterall. apparantly, they also called at 7 am this morning to ask me to come in at 10 instead of 1. erm, yeah. with still being sick and not being able to hear out of my left ear without great pain yet, i SO do not want to spend 10 or more hours there for my first day back. nothanks. i HAD planned on at least going in an hour early, so it would look like i made the effort, but alas... if i did that, i would have to leave in *looks at clock* two minutes. *looks down at her front* and i'm not even wearing a bra. and bathing would be good.

bleck. i so don't want to go today. i hope these antibiotics kick in and SOON.

i can't wait for payday so that we can go grocery shopping so that i can hopefully remember to buy stuff that is nukerwavable. i don't feel like washing a pan so i can get some nutrients before work.

nothing else important to report. according to my calculations, i should FINALLY be able to put ALL of my hair into a ponytail in a month's time.

though that brings me back to the ever-impending question: if i hate how my hair feels on the back of my neck so much, why on EARTH am i growing it out? (or, as i originally typed, 'on arth.' i don't know why on arth i would grow it out, either. wherever that is.) i keep telling myself it just needs to get past this awkward phase, i.e. a bit longer than shoulder length, and i'll be home free. i won't have that irritating sensation of my hair sitting underneath my collar anymore.
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i'm sure it's annoying enough to hear your roommate singing along to music she only knows.

but now poor andrea is having to listen to me singing along with Beastie Boys.

"i come from brooklyn cuz that's where i'm FROM!"
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    Beastie Boys - Hold it Now, Hit It
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*watching 12 monkeys* huh. i forgot brad pitt was in this. he makes a fun psycho, though seeing this for the first time in forever, i'm instantly reminded of Girl, Interrupted. maybe because angelina jolie was a fantastic nut job, too? gaw, i love that movie. i need to watch it again.

BACK ON TOPIC.

oy, i'm tired. and WEARY. today was SHITSHITSHIT. baaaad.

i make it to work, still feeling like dookie. first thing they tell me: you have been relieved of your duties as Shrink Guru. they want only management to do this. okay, fine. i'm a bit offended, although i know it isn't anything personal. five minutes later, as i'm counting into my till, they say "oh, and you no longer get keys to anything." which, to me, is like a demotion. "we no longer trust you with stuff" is what it felt like, although i know that it's the new loss prevention district manager that is causing all of these changes. i'm even more saddened.

five minutes after THAT, i head out to the floor to help people, when i'm stopped by yet another manager. "did you hear the news?" i groan and roll my eyes. what the hell NOW? "today is Tony's last day." O_O

Tony is a manager that no one respects; however, I LOVE HIM. well, not in a sex sorta love way, but as in a 'he's fantastic and my favorite manager to work with most days' way. i didn't fully support the way he would handle certain things, but i still REALLY enjoyed working with the guy.

i immediately started crying. me. yes. i started sniffling and had to run for the bathroom. getting those three pieces of news within the first 10 min of my shift was entirely too much, so i ran to the bathroom and boo hooed my little heart out.

i come out, tony gives me a gigantic hug and tells me to stay happy, that he doesn't want me to be sad. so i go help customers. FREAKING DEMONS, EVERY ONE OF THEM! holy mackeral. every single person that i think that has EVER tried to pull something on us was there at some point today. *pauses to throw ball for Bacci to fetch* seriously. people that used to frequent us years ago just to rip us off was there today, trying their old schemes and being GIGANTIC jerks about it. i had a guy ask me a question. i gave him an answer. i asked if there was anything else i could help him with. he said no. i walked off. i suddenly hear him yelling "hello. HELLOOOOOooOOOOooOOOOooo! is anyone IN there? HEELLOOOOooOOOOooo!" and realize that he's followed me down two aisles, freaking out behind me, and screaming like a banshee. (have i mentioned that my hearing isn't completely back yet?)

after dealing with him and with countless other satanic fucknuts, the guy comes back and i end up with him in my line. i'm already in an AWFUL mood, which i almost never portray to people at work for the sake of good customer service. he returns the harddrive he bought earlier. fine. i took care of it, at which point he tells me that i'm WRONG that i owe him much more money. he looks at his receipt and starts HOWLING that i overcharged him for his phone (purchased through someone else's line earlier.) i yelled right back, saying that IIIII did nothing, that this was the first time he has been in my line, and that it wasn't my fault he hadn't noticed it the original time. he runs out to get the phone to return it, too, leaving me with my drawer open, $75 in cash in my hand, and a buttload of angry customers in line. i'm angry because i haven't gotten a lunch yet. tony walks by and gives me a goodbye hug because they kicked him out earlier, so he wouldn't be closing. the phone is ringing like MAD, and no one else is answering it. one of the calls was my mother.

now. remember with me, if you will. how when you are on the verge of tears, how you can control them... until someone says "are you okay?" at which point, the dam breaks. now, imagine being in a gigantic world of CHAOS, and then suddenly, without warning, your mommy, who you desperately wanted a hug from, calls out of the blue to say "are you doing okay?"...

now. anyone that knows me will know that no one ever sees me cry. i've had absolutely fantastic bestest friendses on earthes relationships for decades without them seeing me cry. i started snuffling and heading back to the bathroom. yancey walks up and says "does that surprise you?" about them sending tony home early, and sees tears rolling down my face. "oh my God, are you okay?" *more tears* "i'm just having a REALLY SHITTY DAY!" i exclaim (very loudly. i'm sure many customers heard.) yancey asks "is there anything i can do?" which makes me cry HARDER. i shake my head as i walk more swiftly to the bathroom, hoping to get there before anyone else sees me or before a customer stops me (the first time i was crying, a customer stopped me to find out where luggage tags were. after gulping an answer that they had moved things while i was gone, and i didn't know if we carried them anymore, she said "um... i'll go ask at... customer... service..." and scootched off awkwardly.) i round a corner and run into the new guy, Chase. joy.

i finally contain myself (which was MUCH harder this time. and those freaking red eyes! grr.) and get back up to my register. i instantly get someone that treats me like i'm 2 because i say that i need a home phone number for a business check. i start crying again at the register.

other things that happened:

my till was off $40, when i'm never off even a penny. (it was rectified.)
it had been sunny and hot on my way to work, so i wore my glasses and left my coat at home. 3 hours into my shift, it's POURING rain and frigid. i ended up working an extra 2 1/2 hours because i didn't want to freeze my bum off.

hrm. it's about another week for me to become pms'ed, and i never get THIS bad. i wonder if it could be some wonky side effect of the antibiotics?

Bacci keeps chirping at me for some reason. it's like she's trying to tell me sumpthin. but i think i'm just going to go to bed. i'm too tired and weary to even enjoy a shot of.. something... that i had been daydreaming about all day, so i shall refrain.