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Overheard today at work: "I should get a bar code tattooed on my ass."
Friday, July 25, 2008 @ 9:15 PM
I had a really long shift today. Someone didn't show up, and called halfway through her shift, and she ended up quitting. For some reason, everyone who hates being on the floor hates it and wants to be cashiering. I'm always assigned to cashier and I'd rather be on the floor. (Maybe because I'm one of very few cashiers who don't mumble or outwardly scorn the customers.) Still, everything was basically fine until an hour before closing, when all hell suddenly broke loose for no apparent reason. It was a non-stop stress attack from 7:00-8:15pm. It was an "everything that can go wrong, will go wrong" kind of closing. But now I'm home, and next week, all my shifts are 4-5 hours long. Hurray for short shifts!
Where My Life Turned to Lies
Wednesday, July 23, 2008 @ 11:10 PM
I had a really good day at the fair. It was expensive, and Rich's nausea interfered slightly with my master plan (non-stop rides!) but I did get to go on a tilt-a-whirl and the "starship 2000" and the zipper and those crazy swings and other very good mechanical adrenaline rushes. Then I missed work the next day because I was ill. I called in - twice, actually - but I'm still weirdly paranoid that I'm going to be fired. I'm not sure what I'll do if that happens. It's a cashiering job... so I don't think I can get really upset over it.
This is a quick list of things that I want that, for one reason or another, I can't have: A new spindle of DVD-Rs so I can burn shows for people, hummus and pita, Giordano's deep dish Chicago style pepperoni pizza, Buffalo Wild Wings, Fiesta Ranchero cheese dip and a chicken quesadilla with rice, and four new tank tops in various colors. If you have any idea how I can obtain these items with no money and without a trip to Illinois, please let me know.
Listening to: Dar Williams - Calling The Moon
Oh, goodness! Look at my wrist, I gotta go!
Saturday, July 19, 2008 @ 8:37 PM
If you haven't watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog today is supposedly your last chance. You only have a few hours before the blogs are taken down. (You'll probably be able to find them on youtube, but who knows?)
Last night I started drawing Rich as a Super Hero named Ultra Man. Then I made one of Amanda (Nurse Mandy). She taped them to their bedroom door and told me I should make ones for Nick and I, too. Nick's hero is The Quake, and mine is Fade. My main powers are invisibility and something Amanda named "outwitment."
It was ridiculously hot today. We played Risk, and Rich beat all of our asses once again. Tomorrow I have to work and then we may go over to Lindsay's because the boys want to swim. Monday we're planning to go to the county fair. I think once I ride a Tilt-a-Whirl I'll feel a lot better about life.
The Cat is Not Dead!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008 @ 8:56 AM
This morning I woke up and saw Tallulah hanging, dead, from my door. I started freaking out something fierce, and then I realized upon closer inspection, this was not the case. My cat was in fact sleeping in my desk chair. I immediately woke her up just to make sure she was okay. I looked back at my door and only clothes and towels and my robe were hanging there. I was very relieved, but way too wound up to get back to sleep. I told Tallulah over and over again how glad I was that she was okay, but she, being a cat, said very little.
I am listening to hear where you are.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 @ 9:50 PM
Today I went with Rich and Amanda to Poughkeepsie. We ran errands and hung out for a bit in Barnes & Noble. I looked at an instructional book and then I ended up buying a self-help book. That's right, I bought a self-help book. I am now one of those people.
Nick was in a good mood today, so we went to Subway and then walked to Joe's house. Joe, unsurprisingly, was not home. I can't believe we've lived here for a month - actually, six weeks - and none of us has seen him. He lives way closer than Lindsay and she's been over twice. Oh, well, maybe someday Joe will decide we're cool enough to hang out with. In the meantime, we have each other.
I'm glad that everything is going so well for Nick right now, but, selfishly, I wish things were going just a little better for me. And I wish they were going better for Amanda and Rich as well. First Rich and Amanda had jobs and Nick and I didn't, now Nick and I have jobs and Amanda and Rich don't. (Mine barely counts since a monkey could do it, but still.) I would like it if all four of us could be employed simultaneously, but so far, that hasn't been the case.
Listening to: Nuetral Milk Hotel - Two-Headed Boy
Discrepencies
Wednesday, July 09, 2008 @ 10:33 PM
I was allowed to start work on Tuesday. I spent all day doing computer-based training activities that reviewed all the propaganda they had given me ten days earlier. Today I went in and watched training videos for six hours. All of them were designed for the criminally incompetent or for pharmacists. None of them applied to me.
The training videos and materials would have me believe that my new place of employment is super-corporate. But the reality is that the store is like a miniature, ghetto version of a successful pharmacy franchise. In theory, the store has policies, but whenever I'm in the store, they are never actually observed.
In other (unrelated?) news, I've been feeling absolutely terrible lately.
Damn pharmacy with their damn policies.
Monday, July 07, 2008 @ 1:33 PM
My first day of work was supposed to be today, but after standing around for half an hour, it was postponed indefinitely. I'm waiting for a call from a manager, but the verdict this morning was that I can't start work until I have a social security card in my hand. This might have been a little easier to deal with had I been told about it when I was hired (10 days ago) or when I was given my schedule (one week ago), but no one bothered to call me in the interim. My outlook about this job is growing increasingly bleak. I left the pharmacy ready to drink bleach, but instead I just chain-smoked cloves on the front porch and made some phone calls. I'm still feeling pretty broken. I may take some extra diazepam tonight.
Strategery
Friday, July 04, 2008 @ 9:39 AM
I'm trying to make the most of my last few days of freedom before I start work. Mostly that means running errands, smoking cloves and writing poems, and slacking off. I've been watching movies and playing games and hanging out with the roommates. It took us three days to play our first game of Risk. Rich wiped out Amanda and Nick. I managed to hang onto one country in Europe, and that was it. Maybe next time we play, I'll be better.
Listening to: Bad Religion - Let Them Eat War
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