7.22.2003
oh guys and dolls! this job has been dragging me away from you!
but i do think about you....oh, yes i do. every time i neglect you, and go out with mary...or go to work...i think, "i will write when i get home" ...then get into some lengthy conversation avec le darby, or crash out on the bed, and i just dont get around to it. either way...im sorryyyy.
yeah, ok...so that was a crock of bullshit. i write this blog to keep track of my life…for me. (its only out of the goodness of my heart that I share it with you) *wink and grin*
I just want to someday look back and think, "yeah, i really DONT have it as bad as i DID have it."
well, where to start?
should i start with the sale on saturday? ahhh...or before that when my morning started at 7am to go set up the mayors niece's wedding...or bah!
anyways, the sale sucked. (I mean, sales were good) BUT. i did have ONE life altering event. yes, i'm beginning to love the children that come in the store. (at least more than their parents.) it was refreshing to go over to the play area and sit with a child for a little bit after having someone bitch at you because you ask for a second number on their damned check.
"IT WILL NOT BOUNCE, WHATS THE POINT?!"
"Maam, its store policy. i really do believe your check wont bounce, but, to ensure that i do not get in trouble, may i have a second number?
"WELL WHATS THE POINT>?!, I HAVEEEEE A NUMBER ON THERE. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A HASSLE IT WAS TO GET THAT NUMBER PUT ON THERE?!"
"Maaaam, could you PLEASE give me another number, so i do not have to refuse your check or business."
"FINE!! 261-blahblahblah"
*in the meantime*
(an ugly shit-brown hair, bug eyed, chubby bitch says)
"COULD THIS POSSIBLY GO ANY SLOWER???"
now, you must understand - at this point, the manager has gone home ill, the owner has left to take a "break" (yeah i know, FROM WHAT?!) and i am here alllll by myself. standing in the aftermath of a mother doing about $244.00 worth of "back to school shopping".
so of course, i grit my teeth, squeeze out my best impression of a smile, and choke out "have..a nice...day, maam."
(only after i set the "world's fastest glare" record.)
so...sale...greatttt. then the checkbooks didnt balance, and i sat there with mrs. barbara for about 2 hours later than my scheduled clock out time, attempting to find out where 30 dollars had gone.
(which is always NICE, ESPECIALLY when you were one of only 2 people handling the money all day)
but dealing with that, sucking it up, and getting to go home would have been TOOO easy. oh yes, this is LAURA'S life, children. just as i'm about to walk out the door, the owner of the store approaches me and begins to question me as to whether or not i had been drinking prior to coming into work! (beer, to be specific) i of course, was completelyyyy caught off guard. and sat there bumbling like an idiot, attempting to convey to her my extreme dislike of beer without saying something stupid like, "i hate the shit, it might as well be weasel piss!" …but she continues to go on about how i just REEKED of beer when i entered the shop. (really, kids, i dont drink beer, and i didnt REEK of it!) so finally, she nods her head - all the while possessing this smirk of disbelief that completely contradicts the "i believe you" that’s spilling out of her highly opinionated mouth.
...remind you of anyone????
*cough* GRANDMAAAAAAAAA.
SO, yeah...that day was great.
MoviNG RighT ALonG…
i think it was...sunday? monday? ...yeah, monday...the bullocks dropped a visit. and where there is food, just like roaches, kyle and ronnie begin to crawl out of the woodwork. So we all hang out, visit…do the normal thing (sans margaritas this time – unfortunately) but after a well-needed visit, they go home around ...i dunno, 11ish. At this point, mom and i decide to start watching "made in manhattan". 10 minutes later, i hear laughing at my door, and kyle and ronnie are standing there "bored and not tired". Well, because I’m my mother’s child, i play hostess and invite them back in. mom is half asleep on the couch at this point, and decides that she wants to go to bed, so ronnie, kyle, and I sit up talking about old times t'il 3:30 when they finally slide back home. (crossing the ditch like old times :P)
...and you still owe me $10.00 for that backrub. SOMEONE better pay up.
*smirk*
hmmm...well, that week ...i dont know what i did besides work, to be honest with you.
but this past sunday, was toris baby shower.
...yeahhhhh.
"tori, what will you do when the baby is dirty?"
"put it in laura's bucket"
yeah...i was one hell of a hostess...
are you convinced?
after suffering through that, (i hate hosting shit where humor can rarely be injected)
mary and i decided we needed to eat. OF COURSE! so we call josh, and he pays (HOWWW SWEEEET) for our dinner at chilis. YUM, cheeeesesticks! and then 2 rounds of bowling. yayy. but my night was cut short due to the mother tripping out about the sisters apt. being a "wreck". ALTHOUGH, i kinda busted her later, because her entire argument was based around the fact that she thought the apt. looked like shit. MAIS, mes petit bateaus, she NEVER ENTERED the house. Sara later told me that she had arrived too late. UHHH OHHHH...seems as if someone fucked up their story. ANYWAYS...after losing my voice because of 30 minutes of irrational screaming, (*wink*) i crashed on my bed and began a new week. BAH.
...this is where we are now. (tuesday of the new week - which was supposed to be my day off, but its a long story) and i'm sitting here, because i've gotten 3 hours of sleep, feeling totally lethargic. BLAHHHH. and in like, 6 days i start softball...and then i go to girls state, and then cheerleading practice, and then AHHHHHH! so little timeeee!
i still have to read 3 forced books (why cant we read intelligent stuff like, QBVII?) ...and work on planning pep rallies...and senior class stuff...and play softball, and have a social life somewhere in all of that! Ahhhhh!
ok. im alright.
…just spazzed for a few seconds there.
but...yeah. im now listening to a CD the mary burned...oh, it is DEFINITELY the best.
…"eVa".
and i am glad i caught you chicks and ducks up to speed...so now i wont feel guilty about having a life instead of writing to you.
(the father, who is in Minneapolis, told me tonight on the phone that I better blog, or “my fans will get pissy.” geez, I love that man…hes such a weirdass like me.)
;)
well, time is up for today.
*begins to untie shoes, and then walks to the closet where she pulls out her nice jacket in exchange for the day sweater*
*its a beautiful day in the neighborhoodddd….a beautiful day for a…*
WOAH...and with that i leave.
assets for now, coach hannah,
~iM OuT~
lj [11:04 PM]
