Work.

I do alot of it.

Two jobs + my feet= suck my ass.

I enjoy being wanted and appreciated at my jobs and stuff, but seriously- they have both been calling me in on my days off. Ridicufuckinglus. Walgreens has called me EVERY single day I have had off this week. Two days they even called me twice. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, you know- in case I changed my mind?? NOMEANSNO!!!! I might have gone in if I wasn't pissy, or maybe if they had scheduled ME, a reliable person, instead of the people who call off all the time, in the first place. I like Walgreens. It's a fun place to work on the right days, but if you schedule the girl who wound up getting fired more hours than me when I have called in once the entire time I have been a Walgreens employee, whereas she has had more no call/no shows in the two months she has worked there than anyone ever- don't fucking expect me to gladly put aside my plans because you are short handed. Oh and there's this manager who started working there maybe a month or less ago who I dispise. The entire dynamic of the store has changed since he got there. I used to look forward to coming in and having fun with the managers and employees, but now I dread going with just the thought of him being there. So if he calls me in, piss off.
Panera managers have only called me once, but I guess my phone number is a hot commodity around there because a ton of people I don't know have called me to see if I can work for them. I don't know about you guys, but I couldn't call someone I don't know to see if they would work for me. I think it's kind of rude. I would work for the people I know, but not really for the people I don't. Call me a bitch, but whatever- I'm kind of a bitch.

I'm cold and grumpy. I apologize. You hate me. We'll both get over it.
I guess my splendid mood is over. Boo. It will return one day. I was going to blog about more, but I'm hungry. And that is more important.

This one is kind of fun.


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(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

(C) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.




Mike's birthday was a success. It was just me, him, and Jessica until Dan and Courtney showed up. We got stood up by our Walgreens friends, however they did make it up to us by visiting me/having lunch with Mike at Panera yesterday. We won sooo many tickets playing games. We won 1,580 combined. Jessica had to have won about 800 of them. She was on FIRE! It's mainly because she was seduced by the tower of power. Because we pooled all the tickets together, we won Mike a tool box. With tools in it. Plastic ones. Fancy. We also had some left over and we were all able to get a big sucker like they sell at the zoo. It was such a fun time. I say we go again sometime, but you come too.

That splendid mood I was in last blog- still in it. I have some complaints, but I'm not so into complaining. I'm just really glad I moved here and didn't stay in Chicago. I can imagine that things would have been entirely different and I would not be splendid.

I don't have anything to say, because when you are happy you are boring. It's the truth. All the best writers in the world are/were depressed and/or crazy. Happiness is terribly uninteresting.

Little Mikey Hagan will be 23 soon. This calls for a celebration!

The Saturday(the 8th) before his birthday, some of us Walgreens kids are planning on going to Chuck E. Cheese and having a partay. Of course, everyone else who knows Mike is obviously invited. Come to Bloomington around 10 in the am and we'll head on over to the Chuck by 11. Woot!

I'm in a fairly splendid mood. I have worked a million hours in a row, from both jobs combined, and am still in a splendid mood. I was even called into Walgreens last night because everyone is sickly and stayed there well past my usual shift ('til about midnight), and am still in a splendid mood. My mother even called and yelled at me about spending too much money, and hey- I'm in a splendid mood.
Splendid.

Can I tell you how much I hate the word school? It looks friggin' weird and I hate it. It's even weirder (more weird) in Caps Lock: SCHOOL. See? Friggin' weird.

My roomate is a treat, but she has an aversion to doing dishes and taking out the trash. I usually do all of the dishes when I do the dishes, but this last time I did mine. I did not do her's. That was about a week ago. Her dishes are still there, and growing. We ran out of trash bags, so fine- I'd leave the trash there too. I just bought more trash bags. They are still in the cabinet, unopened. It's hot today, and I bet the general trash area smells like moldy ass, but I don't know because I refuse to give in and take it out. So I avoid that area all together. Perhaps she's doing the same? Or perhaps she has no sense of smell?
...at least she isn't Andrea, right? Hollah!

Zach and I found an apartment to live in. It's above a coffee shop and it has pinkish/red carpet. I'm in L-O-V-E with it.

I visited Suzie in her ghetto neighborhood last week. We ate Mexican food and watched TV. That's all. It was a fun time, though, nontheless.

I just got done watching Oprah with B.J. Random.

There's a new girl at Walgreens named Jessica, and I have never hit it off quite so quickly with someone before. It's like I've known her forever or something. I worked with her last night and I just always managed to migrate back to her and not do any work and giggle over stupid stuff. Probably why I'm in a good mood. Plus Panera was fun today.

Splendid.