September 9th, 2006


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yay, i'm late for work!

came home from work last night, and then headed to Shari's (a restaurant for those of you not in the states) with the roommates. ate a kielbasa sammich, came home, and watched Requiem for a Dream. quite the interesting movie. not as grotesque or as sad as i had heard it was, though i truly thought it was a good movie (and i did see too entirley many correllations with Mrs. Goldfarb and our mother, though...)

went to bed, fell asleep. woke up a bit later in a MASSIVE allergy attack. my 'massive allergy attacks' consist of almost a painfully stuffy nose and ears and eyes that itch so badly that i probably look like a baby throwing a tantrum with all the constant rubbing i do. i kept telling myself it would go away (which it never does). eventually i got my ass up and carted it downstairs to pop a claritin, and went back upstairs to wait for it to take effect.

woke up startled awhile later - MY MOUTH COMPLETELY FILLED WITH VOMIT. ... the hell?!? okay, i haven't thrown up in literally YEARS. (and certainly never in my SLEEP.) sometimes i'll say i threw up to get out of work, though it's usually throwing up out of the opposite end (if you catch my drift.) so, yeah. once that was taken care of, i went back to sleep a bit spooked. (good thing i was sleeping on my stomach.)

woke up to my radio alarm clock playing the actual (not muppet version) of the manah manah song. doo dooo do doodo manah manah. doo dooo do do...... manah manah.

hit the sleeper and went back to sleep with that as my dream's soundtrack.

and the little sucker is still going through my head.

for those of you that DON'T know what i'm talking about, maybe i'll look it up and post it for you later, unless someone else has it readily handy to post it in the comments. i need to go to work. i get to call in late to the ONE manager who is willing to write me up for it, too.

i also get to set the biggest freaking ad i've ever seen (only a little eight pager, but there was a hidden agenda of SIXTY THREE OTHER PAGES for back to school clearance.) and get to train the new manager, Ted, how to do it in the process. freaking JOY. yancey was saying that it's generally not good for new managers in the company to train with the store that they're ending up in, as it ends up creating disrespect if a regular person needs to train a higher up to do the job, when the higher up gets paid a gazillion times more.

ah, well.
disco star

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friends list changing numbers rapidly - after the script i ran (yes, yes, i shall get around to posting what it was exactly soon, i promise.), my friends list jumped way up, and now i'm getting deleted by approximately 3 people a day. no problem. i'm not for everyone. i wish you all a grand life!

although i was late - and pissed that i woke up at the time i was supposed to be there - my walk to work was nice. the weather is PERFECT outside at the moment, which is a reminder of one of the big reasons i am in love with this area. i walked into work in a chipper mood.... and instantly saw dark clouds over every single one of my coworkers heads. usually, i get waves or hello's, but they all... glared at me. i also managed to piss off the one manager that i never thought i would see angry, though i don't think that i was 100% responsible for his anger. another coworker has been blowing us off repeatedly the last couple of weeks, and had called in again to say that he wouldn't be in because his wife just went back to work, he can't get a hold of his parents, and he doesn't trust anyone with the baby other than them. okay, understandable, but what about the other 293874938 times? (i also discovered that when i ditched an important band practice to cover his shift so he could go to the dentist that he didn't go, and begged for another day off the following week that he had already been scheduled for, thusly shorting us again.) anyhoo, my shift began with me counting into my till about an hour and fifteen minutes late, snuffling over the counter and holding my eyes in front of the fan in an attempt to get rid of evidence of my tears.

things got better right around the time i got back from lunch, though. i wasn't completely prepared to rush home and drown myself in drano. erm, tequila. not that we HAVE tequila.

every time i eat something, it seems to want to come back up, which is LOVELY. it's odd, because - again - i've never been a thrower upper, and i feel completely FINE, other than the constant taste of bile. not nauseated. not tired or dizzy. i'm just doo dee doo-BARF. shrug.