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Lindsay was kind enough to work the first 4 hours of the 8 hour shift that I was on the schedule for. I would have loved to work them for the money, but I was supposed to be there at 8AM, and my father had to work last night and did not get home until 9AM. With my mother already at work, there was no car access. Oh well. I wasn't that anxious to wake up at 6AM and work express for freaking 8 hours. When Dot asked me if I could work today since there wasn't any school, that did not mean I gave her permission to trap me in there all day, on express no less. And tomorrow, I have to work express again, only a 8-3 shift. Or is it 2? I'm not sure. Regardless, tomorrow is my mother's birthday, and I have to come home, get dressed, and then take her out to dinner after work.
I have to work 2 days next week. Only two. Monday and Saturday. I thought I would be working at least 3 days, considering the holiday. But they recently hired a new cashier, who basically works everyday, so she probably got my hours. Not that I'm heartbroken that I cannot work. I was just really depending on the money from it.
On Wednesday, me and Stephen went into town so that I could return some dresses that I had bought a week earlier, and so he could buy some shorts. I ended up buying two new skirts (on the clearance rack, of course) and a pair of shoes. I had gone to the bank before we left, and had just returned $60 worth. $80 + $60 = $140.... I paid the money for the shorts that Stephen bought, and I plan on getting the $21.60 back. Then, we went to best buy, and I bought Stephen's late Birthday present of The Sims House Party. I paid $34 after shipping and what not, and they had it at Best Buy for $17.99. I was pissed. Then, we went to the mall (because I was dieing to) and walked around some, and I showed him the dress that I wish I had gotten for prom. We went to Chick-Fil-A, and I had my first chicken sandwich from a fast food place. Actually, it was the first thing I had ever bought from a fast food place that included bread on it. I liked it. I had ketchup and manoase (can't spell that fucking word) on it, too. Yum. Then, we decided we would go bowling. Because I was wearing flip flops, I had to BUY socks (which I paid $3 for - one pair) and then we had 3 games a piece, and shoe rental. Freaking $40. It was a fun game, but it sucked me so dry money wise. I'm not sure if Stephen considered that all a birthday present, but it cost me way too much. I shouldn't have offered to pay for Chick-Fil-A, nor should I have suggested bowling. Maybe I just should have stayed home. Blah. I need to get ready for work. A 4 hour shift doesn't deserve the effort of a shower. It's dress down day, anyway. Another freaking $3 for that.