||[Jul. 30th, 2006|02:06 am]
The Biteage Kid
|||||I can hear the third Inuyasha movie in the background...||]|
Let's see, I think I'll start with the ugly first. This'll sound stupid and whiny and immature, but it's bugging the hell out of me.
Work was completely terrible. If you want to get technical, work itself wasn't, the fact that Erin and I almost slit each other's throats was. It's a long-winded tale, my friends. Get some popcorn and sit back.
I worked last night until 9:30. And I worked the night before that. And I worked Tuesday. This is all fine, I don't mind. Erin worked Sunday only out of the last two weeks, and I don't mind that either. She had band camp. She couldn't work.
But tonight she was convinced that she was going to get to leave first. I went in the back to go to the bathroom and she thought I was getting my bag to leave, and she went into panic mode. "What? Are you leaving? ...oh, good. You had me scared, I thought I wasn't going to get to leave first." I basically told her to stop being stupid, I'd worked this week and this was the only day she'd worked since Sunday. She got fired up and said she was tired, she'd been at band camp all week and she wanted to leave first.
Too damn bad. Fuck, I want a pony, but I don't see that happening any time soon.
I said she didn't go to band camp today, she said, "No, but I went yesterday!" Excuse me if I'm wrong, but yesterday is not today. She got to sleep last night, hell, she called me today and woke me up. She made Sascha work tomorrow for her, too. For no real reason, other than the fact that she didn't want to work then either. And there she is STILL wanting to leave first after she got out of working Sunday.
We got into it and Cody told us we could both go home. It's stupid, it's just stupid. We aren't five years old.
I love Erin with all my heart, she's one of my best friends, but it just pissed me off beyond belief. I'm sure she'll read this and heartily disagree with everything I've just said, as most of you will. Call me bitchy or mean or dumb or spoiled or whatever, but I haven't said anything about it and I just had to spill.
SO, ONTO GOOD THINGS!
Hell hath frozen over. Because sitting next to me, fully tangible, is a new cellular tellyphone. MY CELLULAR TELLYPHONE! It's so shiny and pretty and fully functional I could cry.
Everything has a catch, though. Dad got it this morning when he took my old one to see if it could be fixed (it was fucked beyond repair, but I could've told him that), and he brought this glorious piece of technology home for himself. But I'm apparently the best daughter ever so he let me have it. =D
And mi padre, being the genius that he is, didn't make sure it was activated before he left. And it wasn't. So I can't REALLY use it until Monday, but hell, it's nice to look at. I'm gonna pet it and love it and keep it forever.
Oh, and I have a vanity plate for my car! Fwee!
Don't make me beg for comments, because I'm not above doing it... [/hint hint]