| ~\o Baby, I've been... 2003-08-20 11:20:46 ET |
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...breaking glass in your room again o/~ (Breaking Glass - David Bowie)
So last night I woke up at about 3am, to find the cottage at a similar temperature as a sauna. As I tried opening the window. which was jammed because part of our curtain was caught in it, it broke sending huge shards of glass flying outside and some inside as well. Miraculously I got off with one medium cut that hurts like a bitch and bled like a pig, but is the size of a marker dot. It's right near the knuckle, so it swelled up and hurts to move my thumb, so I opted to take the day off of work. Also, I got a couple of very minor light cuts on my ring and middle fingers.
Anyhow...that wasn't fun...I'm debating going to the doc for the one that aches...
But in the meantime I think I will eat something.
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| Gother than thou? 2003-08-18 20:14:28 ET |
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I need a day off...haven't had one since last sunday, or wait, let me rephrase: I haven't had a day off since a week ago yesturday. ...won't have another until this coming saturday. Then sunday is my last day at Starbuckies.
I hope that was the right decision cuz right now, it doesn't feel very right. I'm getting very nervous as my last day looms closer and I still haven't heard back from my trainer re: paperwork/meeting about my schedule for the next month (I'll switch trainers every month and so my shift times will change on a monthly basis). I just want to get started and move on. I miss my coworkers already, but I'm tired of being sad about leaving. I need something to look forward to, and it's hard to focus on that when I don't know where to pinpoit my anticipation so I can "count down" as it were.
In other news:
It's a "girls night in" tonight. Just me and Ashby, and right now I'm wondering if I ever start a thought that begins with anything other than the letter "I".
Well, in effort to break that trend I think I'll bring this entry to a close...and go the hell to bed already :P
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| Buttcrack of Dawn 2003-08-18 04:12:53 ET |
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Getting up at 5am always kicks my ass...but somehow it's worse when it's for something like work...like...not only do I have to rise before the sun, which i hate hate hate, but it has to be for something I dont wanna do in the first place...which is go to work....:[oh, what a world.
I just wanna go back to sleep. I was up until one...mainly because Dylan put on Fight Club and I love that movie...but I realized when it was one am i should roll over and go to sleep. I didn't even have any trouble falling asleep, yo! dammit.
ugh...too sleepy to type...
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| Random thoughts of chicken 2003-08-17 20:47:40 ET |
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[ mood | guilty ]
[ music | Pirate Buttrock ]
Today sucked hardcore...nothing special, just a lot of annoying people.
I saw my manager today...she's having a bbq tomorrow for all of us deserters...but I can't go. I don't really want to...just cuz it's hard enough, you know? This is so hard for me because these people mean so much to me that I really hate to have to leave...i don't even think they realize what a huge part of my life they are. I miss them already.
I know I sound like a total loser whining about my coworkers at fuckin' Starbucks. Like, geez, Shan...get a friggin' life.
I'm marinating chicken right now...gonna make chicken fajitas...I'm so hungry. Goin' grocery shopping tomorrow and having dinner with my parents. I debated cancelling and going to the work bbq, but when I called to tell my parents that, I talked to my dad and he was so excited about seeing me tomorrow that I couldn't say it. He misses his little girl...and his little girl misses him, too.
...yeah. Shan's a "Daddy's Girl".
Ok...time to go stick the chicken in the oven.
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| 2003-08-16 10:31:17 ET |
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bah. I don't want to go to work today...ugh...gotta work with the manager who knows nothing...I've been defending him all this time, like, "Give him a chance, he's new, he was trained way too fast, yadda yadda..." But now he's been here for about two months...and he STILL doesn't get how we do things in the store. There are things he does that drive us all up the wall. That, and he can be kind of sleazy. Like, i know he doesn't mean anything by it because that's how he sees us interact with eachother, but he's, like...50...and not a David Bowie 50, by far...and he flirts with us. It's like, even though I know he means nothing and he;s harmless, it makes me a little uncomfortable...it's like having my father or uncle talk to me like that...ugh...::shivers in disgust::
But whatever, I'm out of there in a week. I just hope I get a chance to say goodbye to everyone that I'm close with, you know? It was tough working with Regan last night. He's my favorite supervisor. He's the type of person that is so relaxed that when you walk into the store at the start of your shift, you feel laid back, the store looks great and he's calm, cool and collected. He pretends to slack off, but really...I think he's one of the hardest workers in that store. He pretends like he hasn't done shit, but he's done everything, and he does it so fast. I'm gonna miss my team, yo...cuz that's what my store really is. It's not just Regan, either...it's everyone...Joni, Adrienne, Mo, Ryan, Erika, Lauren, Alison, Jerry, Meghan, Tara, Matthew, Krystal, and everyone in between.
Ugh....can we please just get this over with? I'm goin' nuts here.
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