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In my living room, my dad had placed one of those parcel pick up notices on an end table. When I first saw it, I assumed that it had to be my Sim game. When I asked my dad why he had not picked it up, he told me the zip code meant it was from Indiana. (since a while back we had gotten a package with a similar zip code from Indiana.) To be stubborn, I decided to run the zip code though a zip code locater online. The writing on the paper is hard to make out. Out word, it looks like "41224", which gave results like Threeforks, Kentucky. When looking that the writing carefully, the "1" starts to look like a closed "0", probably caused by rushing. 40224 is Lousiville, Kentucky. I thought that was interesting, whether it be what I'm thinking or not. It's just ironic.
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I turn into such a cry baby when I'm at work. Especially when it has anything to do with me going home. Yesterday, I went to work sick. Usually, I would have called in, but in the effort I have been trying to be more dependable and not call in as much, I went in anyway. I tried calling before I went, but I talked to the night manager (and I was reminded how much I liked her being on nights, the toothless wench) and she told me that because I came in at 8, there would be no one to replace me. I did not ask her if there would be someone there to replace me (because of course there wouldn't), I had asked her if there were enough people on the schedule to compensate my absence, since they sometimes over schedule weekends. But, she told me to come in and ask if I could go home early. Terry was there, and I did ask her. She sounded pretty certain that she would, too - not a "we'll see", but more that she would arrange it after people started showing up for work. I waited patiently, and Terry never spoke a word of it again. She told me I had an hour lunch (on a 7 hour shift - dumb) which only made me more certain that she wasn't going to let me go. I talked to Valery about it, and she mentioned about some important person coming to the store, and that's why I couldn't go. So, basically, I was a token cashier. Just for show. What I show I made, sneezing all over myself and my right eye had been watering so much it was no doubt puffy. Yeah, real pretty. I kept working, waiting patiently for when I would go home. When 3 o'clock did come, I was watching Gene very carefully. She was walking around, doing lots of odds and ends stuff. I asked her who came in at 3 as a hint, but she said she did not know and walked away. When it was about a little past 3, I called up to Gene that I needed a pick up and that I got off at 3. In a very careless way, she said, "I know, I have someone coming in to replace you," and simply turned around. And the fact that I was so exhausted, ached all over, and my nose and right eye were stinging, my voice got wavery and I almost cried. I mean, damn. I came in thinking someone would have pity on me and let me to, but now I was working later. And sure enough, Stacy walked in 5 minutes later, and then they left her in the office to count her till. Stacy, one of the slowest moving people, and I was already late getting off. An additional 10 minutes later, my register finally locked due to the lack of a pick up, and when I told Gene, that was when she yelled to Stacy that she needed to hurry up and take over for me. So, at 3:20, I finally got off my register and went into the office and started counting my till. It was off my $10 the first time I counted it, and then Valery had to recount. During Valery's recount, the phone rang, and I answered. It was my father. He didn't know it was me, and asked if Chrisy Toombs was still working. When I told him it was me, he started whining into the phone (as he ALWAYS does when he's mad an annoyed) that he needed to go to work. I knew he had to be at work at 4:30. He wanted to go in and talk about his pay check, but still, I knew he would have plenty of time. I tried to explain that they did not let me off my register till 3:20, and that I would be home as soon as I could, and he would have plenty of time, and I hung up. They found the $10, and I was only $.10 over, and then I left. When I arrived home, my father (being the annoying asshole he is) was standing motionless in our front yard with his arms crossed. When I pulled up, it almost looked as though he wasn't going to say anything to me. But, of course not. He started right on by rambling about what he had to do (like it was so freaking much) and I screamed at him that I was not my fault, and not to bitch at me about something that was not my fault. He said "right" in a sarcastic tone, and I stormed away. I almost cried again. Yesterday was a shitty day.
But something else that happened while I was at work. There is this one girl, Shelly, whom I really dislike. I don't like her "kind" - as in, I am not into the whole scene of talking about how much they drunk at a party, and how much she smokes, and how she smokes, and how much she needs a cigarette. I don't really care for that quality of conversation, because I think it's a pretty sad thing to not only willingly do such stupid things, but no less talk about them all the time. She seems like she would be a pretty neat person to talk to, but she talks about off the wall subjects, and when she does bring them up it always seems like the wrong time. She was positioned in front of me yesterday, and I talked to her some. About how she had all the symptoms of being sick, but didn't feel sick, and she talked about the cold sores that she developed on her lips from stress, and she kept touching her lips while she was talking about it, and it was erking me slightly. She wasn't helping my sick condition. But, anyway. On to the stupid thing she did that I would have never guessed she'd be capable of (especially being on the National Honor Society, and everything) but something I was not that surprised to find out. Wic checks have dates on them. A date from and to that they're active. You can't use the checks before their starting date, nor can you use them after words. Shelly had someone come through her line who had an ending date of the 30th on the check, but Shelly did the check anyway because the person was her friend. I mean, how fucking stupid? Gene noticed it when she did a pick up on the girl, and Gene explained that she could not submit the Wic check because it was worthless, and that she basically gave away free groceries. Shelly said that because this person was her friend, that she could get the money. Gene promptly told her that Shelly better have the money before the end of her shift or she was fired. Gene later changed it to being suspended after she cooled off some (shucks). Shelly has been working there long enough to know better. I know not to slip up like that, ESPECIALLY when Gene is around. Her stupidity over that still amazes me.
I hate the whole concept of daylight savings time. Hate it. I don't think we should "fall back" in October - it's the most idiotic concept to willingly make 5 PM when the sun sets. Has nothing to do with anything... Our society is just stupid as fuck.
I'm still exhausted. I woke up early because I heard my mom's voice in the kitchen, and I wanted to spend some time with her before she went to work. While I was out there, my dad played an April Fool's joke on me, saying a tree had fallen in the front yard. I played the same trick on my mom. It worked both times.
Today is Stephen's birthday, the damn fool. His 18th year. He said he would take the shirt that I had bought for Alex a couple of months ago for Christmas, even though I know that Stephen will never be able to wear it. It's like, twice his size. I dunno... Maybe my mother can fit it to him, or something. It's a good looking shirt. Shame no one can wear it.
And I'm starting to get pissed about the delivery of my new expansion pack for The Sims. I think I'll call their technical support place today. It's almost been a week since I placed the order, and a week since it was supposedly "shipped." Ugh. I should have just bought it at a store.