A.P Chemistry this year. >.< I didn't even take an intro class. Yessiree, this will be quite interesting. On a much happier note, I discovered that there was an really itchy spot on my back, and it was a spot I couldn't reach without a spatula. Unfortunately, my mom immediately siezed the cooking tool, so now I just itch like a meatball. Man, I'm hungry.
To those friends of mine (who know who you are): the way to tell if a girl doesn't like you is if she runs away from you when you call her name in public.
Some of you may not really care at all about a grocery store, but I have been keeping tally of how many customers I have recieved through my register for six days in a row. They are as follows:
Day 1: 149
Day 2: 110
Day 3: 109
Day 4: 110
Day 5: 70
Day 6: 103
So that brings it to a grand total of six hundred and fifty-one. Now that may seem a lot of customers for six days, and you are darn right. I was banging that first day. w00t Well now, you may be wondering, why in the world do I need to know trivial facts about this loser's job? The reason is that I don't have a reason, and it is something to take up your time while giving my site material at the same time. So the joke is on you, ho ho.
Right now, I am particulary distressed about recent events concerning my job hours. I asked the mangaer and other key office employees to orient me (if at all possible) toward morning hours. They said sure, no problem, and now every single time I go to work, it's in the evening. >.< What... the fug. To make this situation even worse, I misread the schedule they have for working hours in the bottom floor (either that or they modified it without me knowing) and I worked four hours on Wednesday when I shouldn't have, when I should have worked four hours on Friday night. The hours were 6:00 pm to 10:00 pm... at night... on a friday. What...the....fug. Honestly, I am the only one working until the store closes (on the front end, that is), on a Friday night, and how old am I again? Yes, I think the irony of this sad story works itself out pretty nicely. I had plans too; to goof off the rest of the night with my friends and brothers after a hard day's work in cleaning up my church. What was even better was that we were going to go to the theaters to watch Alien vs. Predator the movie (which really got my interest). But of course, my ideal Friday night was blown because some nimrod decided wthat I would make a good dummy stand in front of of the fastlane until the lights go off.
So, I suppose there is a moral behind this story. Um, I'm not sure exactly what it is, but I guess you can piece it together yourself. It's somewhere between not misreading the god-forsaken schedule for your job and wasting your money on a ticket that is burning a hole in your pocket. Ah well, life goes on, even though I am going through it kicking and screaming.
Oh yes, I forgot to add above... how did I find out about the Friday night late work? Well, when me and my older brother strolled in this afternoon to get our weekly paychecks, George (the manager) stopped me halfway to the courtesy desk and said, "You are coming to work tonight, right?" My stomach did a backflip and my heart went down the rectum. Of course, I said that if he was sure about tonight, and he said yes, and I said ok, then I walked out of the store and screamed. Well, not aloud. There is nothing worse than expecting a dinner at a five star restaurant with a hottie and you recieve a date with your grandma to a bingo contest. More or less, that's how I feel right now. A hearty good night to those exploitists, and all who read this.
P.S. What is also an extra blow to the stomach (metaphorically) is that all this time spent on doing my job (though I am grateful for it) is going over all the hours I could be attending my karate sessions. I pretty muched missed two weeks worth of training, and now I feel like a piece of hyper-sensitive flab. Hooray.