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Argh, Mondays. I dislike them so. Oh well. Bitching doesn't do much good.
I didn't write yesterday. No real reason. Though I had a few interesting things I'd like to write down to maybe later on when I look back, or whatever, I might think they are funny. I went into work at 2:45, but I wasn't really supposed to be there until 4:45. So, I had to go home. At the stop light from Food Lion, I usually stop and watch the other stop light, and wait for it to change to red, because then I know that my light will be turning green soon. So, I have sunglasses on, and I'm staring at this light. I missed some time somewhere, because I was starting at it, and checking my rear view and seeing all of these people behind me looking somewhat angry. I check the light again, and it's red, and I look at the one right in front of me, and it's green. Not really all that bad, I guess, and I floored it across the road. We have a little gate at the main entrance to the area that I live in, and when you enter, you go in the right lane if you live there, and the left if you don't are just visiting. And of course, I went in the left lane by mistake. Just coming into work caused that stuff. And I'm not usually the one to be embarrassed about making a single mistake.
Work was good otherwise. I was only one dollar short at the end of work. And I had a friend to talk to through all of the boring times, because he was on 6 and I was on 5. I also have a friend in the stock area, Mike, who I talk to on my breaks. He just moved here from NY and got on my school's varsity football team, and bam, instant popularity. He's very modest, though. Maybe that's why I don't feel like he's judging me, like I do with most of his other friends. I was talking to him in the hallway, and I actually got a little jealous and uncomfy when he was flirting a little. But I'm that way with all of my guy friends. I just like having all the attention, I guess. Bad quality.
Sigh. I'm glad I did not have to work. This week, Aimee, the assistant manager who does the schedule for some reason has decided to put me working until 9:45 and 10 PM on every night I worked this week. When 9:30 already is like midnight to my parents. That's fucked up. I've never been asked to work past 9:30 since I've worked there. She's also stopped working me 8 hours on weekends. Not that I want that back, I just am curious why. While all the workers who act like they have a stick up their ass get to work longer and better hours, people like me who try to be at least 1/2 friendly all of the time get their hours cut and get shoved into later shifts or until closing. I'm not really making much sense to anyone else reading this. But I understand it. I wrote Aimee a little note about how my parents do not want me working that late.
Since I seem obsessed with my work, I might as well go with it. Alan called me today to tell me about the prices and dates that he can get my plain tickets for December 29th until the 4th. Coming back on the 4th would mean that I would be missing one day of school, but that is alright. The best part is, that with Alan's army discount, the tickets only cost $148 something, and he offered to pay them. Which is good. I'll have some money left over.
And then it goes to my work. I actually wanted to talk to Alan about me coming down today, as in not coming down, because I think I really need this job, for some reason. I mean, with My Job, the domain would disappear, also. But my father suggested that I could ask now, and if they do actually say no, by the time December 29th comes around they will have forgotten I asked, and I could simply call in sick. If they schedule me like they have been, I might be working only about 3 days. The only problem with that is that they require a doctor's note if you call in sick. I could just get my mother to say that after the holidays, we do not have the finances to be able to take me to the doctor. But I sware, the fuckers better not think just because I'm out of school that they can work me full days every day. No.
Ugh. I have reports for school that I should be writing and what not. That I have lost enough points on just by not turning in stupid ruff drafts on time. Ugh.
I had a little ironic event happen today. At the end of school, in my fourth period class, there's a guy named Jordan. I've had classes with him ever since 7th grade, and he is the sweetest guy. I've never seen him get angry. And since the desks are in rows that face each other, and both me and Jordan are in the front of our rows and on the same side of the room, we can easily talk. Class had ended for the period, waiting for the bell, and we both turned to each other, and I guess I got out the question "do you have internet?" before him, because he said "I was just about to ask you that." We had both been thinking about asking that the whole period. I thought that was neat.