SHE MOVES HER BODY LIKE A CYCLOPS!!!!

Got a shit-ton done at work today, even though I resisted all urges and only consumed ONE MONSTER. ALL DAY. I'd been sick, so I hadn't had one in two days. CRAZYFACE. Mike held down the stock-front and I did nothing but shoes all day. Cleaned up the backstock/mismatches goooood. The entire back area is totally clean. SO. GOOD. AND! The store is looking nice for once. But we all know that it'll go to hell again come this weekend. Oh well. This is why we have jobbies. Heh.

Got giftcards today and I FINALLY got the purse I'd been lusting after for about three months:



The damn thing could easily fit a VCR, I swear to god. So pretty. And hurkin'. Of course, the internet can't show actual turquoise. It's weird. So yeah. It's not shitty blue. It's turquoise.

Glorypants. Now I can quit using my car as a purse. Heh.

Ummm... pee. And then foodz.

Eff. Pants. Face.

Went shopping after work on Saturday and yesterday afternoon. HEH. New dress and jammie pants from work, Monsters, Year Zero replacement, ice scraper and other random shit at Walmart, then With Teeth and The Fragile replacement from Best Buy yesterday. YAY. Rebuilding my NIN collection rather quickly. Now I just need Broken and The Downward Spiral (which I still have, but it's so fucking scratched it won't even play anymore). Glee.

I was in Target for TWO HOURS and left with nothing. It was depressing. I wanted some black boots, but all their boots sucked thee ass. Terry called while I was in there wanting me to come over, so I got my ass out of there and spent a grand total of 10 minutes in Best Buy. Go figure. Headed to the island, took Terry to get beer at Elger Bay, Kevin bought a pizza and wee. Terry passed out pretty early. I laid there watching Family Guy and Law and Order until like 1am.

Which reminds me. Terry's moving into the crazy box house across the street from Chino's with Molly and Zach. I think today. He wants me to move in, but I gotta check it out first. I really don't think I'll be able to afford it.

Gotta check my oil and go back to bed 'cause I'm working an overnight again tonight. I'm not sure exactly when, so I'ma have to call 'em. Call 'em goooood. Might be midnight though. 'Cause that's when Brandon and Kyle are going in. Yup.

FACE.

So the bar night was no good. I'm not going into it. Let's just say that Black Opals are NOT my friend.

Brought Terry to Thankspantsing at Gramma and Grampa's. Yusss. It was goot. Stuffed the shit out of ourselves and got stupid with teh K-town. MMMHMMM! MMMMHMMM. Went back to the island around 7-8 and passed out immediately. This morning we went out to breakfast at the Stanwood Cafe. Oh biscuits 'n' gravy. I heart pants. Dropped Terry at Richard's and headed home to change for work. Left for work at 12:30 even though I didn't have to be there until 2. I figured it was gonna be a lot crazier than it was. Parked at the fireworks-lot-turned-employee-parking behind the mall, took a shuttle there (how nuts is that?!?!) had a smoke and went inside. The store wasn't so bad, but my face fell immediately once I saw my poor, poor fucking shoes. Okay. If you've ever seen my shoe wall before (and how PERFECT it is), picture about 75% of the boxes on the floor and the shoes scattered all throughout the store. It was HORRIBLE. Took me five hours to clean it up and I was still missing boxes and matches by the time I left. GUH. Grabbed my desperately needed paycheck (that I can't even cash until tomorrow), took the shuttle back to my car, scraped the ice off my windows with my debit card (HEH!), talked to Terry while my car heated up and went home.

So tired. Must shower and sleep. Then in the morning I get to go cash my check, buy a real ice scraper and other random things, then go to work at noon. Wee. And if I don't work on Sunday, I think tattoos are in order for Terry, Karina and I. YAY.

ASSSSS.

I KICKED GRAMMA AND GRAMPA'S NETWORK'S ASSSSSSSSS. Finally. Heh.
Now I think I must head into Stanwood to see Terry's gig at teh baaarrrrr. Woooo. Then much passing out, then conning Terry into coming back here to Gramma and Grampa's for much foodz, then work 2-10 on the most horrifying shopping day of the year. WEEEEEEEEEEE.

I’ve never seen a man eat so many chicken wings.

Spent the last few days at Terry's 'cause we had the house to ourselves while Robin and Chino were off in California visiting Chino's family. YAY. Not much went on. Went to Gramma and Grampa's on Sunday, went to a meeting at work at 8-10, drove to Camano, got there at 11, didn't fall asleep until 1am. GUH. Woke up at 5 when I was supposed to be at work at 5. Great. Off at 2, back to the island. Loaded Terry's half stack into my tiny-ass car somehow and went to Dave and Erin's so they could have a jam session. Went back to the house, went to bed early as hell, but still only woke up when Mike called at 5am. UGH. I'm convinced that Terry shut off my alarm in his sleep 'cause I never sleep through it at his house. Got to work at 6, off around 2:30, home, SLEEP. Up now to go back to work at 11. FUN!

Today Doom and Kyle came in to finish up their re-tests and fill out much paperwork. They've been hired on for Black Friday, maybe even after that. I dunno.

Anyhow. Gotta finish getting ready, go get some Monsters and gas and get my ass to work.

"And he tried to eat a cactus like an angry womaaannnnn..."

So yesterday was pretty much shit. We got so much goddamn shipment yesterday and monday that the stockroom looks like it did before again. AND! All our new people that we were using primarily in the stockroom kept calling out or not showing up and not calling, so we're losing people like mad and we have literally no stock team left to fucking pound all the shipment out. Great.

I honestly don't get this. People think working at Guess is some kind of fucking joke or something and assume they can apply certain lieniences to other things and do stupid shit like NOT SHOW UP FOR WORK. This is a fucking job, people. This isn't high school, and I know a lot of you seem to think that. Bitch about how broke or in debt you are and then don't show up for work. Way to be. I had the WORST goddamn attendance out of everyone I knew in high school and yet how many call-outs have I had in the year I've been working at Guess? Three. And they've all been because of serious illness or personal emergencies.

Anyhow. At least we're finally starting to get new shoes in. Finally got the Mias, which we were supposed to have like two months ago, so I'm pretty sure the Treasures are right around the corner. YAY!

The stockroom was obviously a wreck when the head honchos came in, so that sucked. I tried my damndest to re-arrange all the boxes so it looked nicer, but then of course shipment came and it was a wreck again. Got off at 2, and Mike was on his lunch break, so he rode along when I dropped Jenna off in Everett. Heeee. Went back to work to drop Mike off, but we ended up giggling in my car like retards for about ten minutes before he had to go back in.

"ASK HIM IF THOSE ARE THE DALLASES!!! ASK HIIIMM!!!!"

"Why are you locking my door, sir?"
"I wouldn't want you to get car-jacked!"
"...in motion? On the FREEWAY?!?!"

We were pretty loopy. Heh. Headed to Camano to pick up Terry. He didn't remember telling me the night before that I should come pick him up, so he seemed pretty surprised to see me. HEH. Went to the house and watched cartoons and canadian tv for fifty million years whilst being retards and laughing at stupid shit (the word of the night was 'BALLS'), then passed out at like 10.

Whoa there, balls.

Woke up when Terry got up for work at 5, passed out again, then woke up at 11. JOY. Got up, went to Shell for Monsters and lunch, got smokes for the next two weeks at the Stilly, came home. There are boy-type substances passed out all over the house. Heh.

"And he drove over the speed limit like an angry womaaaannnn..."

Face. Ass. Pants.

Friday: Off at 2. Bought a crapload of shit from work, headed to Camano to pick up Terry from the shop. Which I totally forgot I didn't have to do. Cashed his check, went to the hoose so he could shower, then headed into Stanwood to meet up with Mike at the Sportsman. HEH. Had a couple drinks while waiting and kept feeding money into the jukebox. He finally showed around 7:30, we decided the Sportsman was lame, so we went to Blazing Saddles. HEEEEEEHHHH! That wasn't so great either, ya know, watching middle-aged couples line dance, so we went across the street to the Hotel. Which was the most horrifying fucking dive I'd ever been to. First thing when you walk in, there are tables and chairs everywhere, which makes navigating in and out to smoke whilst drunk impossible. Plus everyone there was either a 22-year-old crackhead or 40-50-something man. WEIRD fuckin' regulars. And of course, Terry went to school with half of the people there, so Mike and I barely saw him 'cause he kept getting yanked aside by everyone. It's okay. We just sat in the back and made fun of people. Heh. After all that we stopped at the AMPM for beer and headed back to Terry's to watch The POD and pass out. But Mike left about halfway through and ended up in Everett sleeping in his car or something. Good times.

Saturday: planned to have a barbeque. Bought a shit ton of food. No one showed up. As usual. Except Kevin, who we picked up from town. After we got back and everyone was shitfaced, a bunch of stupid drama ensued. Ehhh. Good ol' drunk people and their inability to let things go. Around this time I discovered that I was missing about $200. I think I lost it that drunk night on the town. Probably in the bathroom at Blazing Saddles. GUH. Oh well. There goes another month of saving money to move out. Right down the shitter.

...probably quite literally.

On Sunday Terry had to go help some guy move, so I left around 9:30, went home to shower and change, went to worky. It was so insane. SO insane, in fact, that I actually had to park at the fucking casino when I first arrived. I'm so glad I got stuck in the stockroom during our open hours. We were there recovering the store until midnight and it still looked like shit when we left.

Today: Got up at 10, so I actually had time to make myself pretty BEFORE I got to work. Incredible. The store was insane. Again. And I was on the floor running go-backs and fitting rooms and doing shoes and denim. Wee. Right before close, I got to make some girl's night 'cause I found (after looking FOREVER) her size in our bronze Salmas. I swear, I looked in the mismatched shoe bins for like 20 minutes for that girl. I love it when I can come through for fellow shoe addicts. Heh.

So tomorrow I work 5-2. Yay. Going to Terry's after work 'cause I have Wednesday off. Then later on Wednesday hopefully I can get the tires on my car swapped with the tires on the Summit. 'Cause my tires suck ass and are generic and the front right one leaks like a bitch.

Also. Suzette (DM) and Tim (LP) are both in tomorrow. Joypants.

OMG. Shoes.

My loathing of Sugarcult was reinstated this morning. Goddamnit. I thought EVERYONE forgot about that horrible fucking song.

NO. THEY DIDN'T.

Anyhow. My entire shift was spent marking down, recovering, replenishing, backstocking, matching, sorting and SKU-ing shoes. IT'S LOVE. If I ever ended up leaving Guess (which totally isn't going to happen), I'd go directly to a shoe store. Seriously.

Which reminds me. THEY STILL HAVEN'T SENT THE GODDAMN TREASURES YET. If we don't have them by next week I'm just gonna order them off the fucking site. GUH. We soooooo need them what with all the markdowns I just did. The wall is getting empty. And the damn shoe tables keep filling up. Endcaps, please!

Mike and I went to Taco del Mar on lunch. I wish I had effing money. Jesus. His enchilada looked so damn tasty. Then we went back in early and I tried on some tops I'd been eyeing and he tried on girlpants. As always. Goddamn, I've missed Mike. Work is so much more amusing now.

I'm gonna pass out soon. I can feel it. But first I must locate the windex and clean the damn windows in Dr. Tran-sir.

Zesty.

HEH. Got back to work at like 9:30. The second I get let in the door--

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

"...yeah. It was just gas."

HEEEHHHHH! But the floor was still a mess from floorset and we all had to run around like crazy people setting up the walls before open at 10. And we were still putting shit up when we opened. Heh. I lost track of time until I saw a woman with a stroller out of nowhere. Shit all over the floor. Fun.

LUNCH WAS THE BEST EVER 'CAUSE WE HAVE MIKE AGAIN. EHHHH!!!! Mike kidnapped Shelby and I for lunch and we went to Walmart to gawk at the 'tragic' people and so Shelby could buy some shampoo and be incredibly indecisive about it. Yusssss.

Shelby and I had the stockroom all to ourselves until I left at 5:30. I took it upon myself to re-fold an entire bay in the guards packed full of men's denim. 'Cause people were just shoving shit in there and it was getting ridiculous. I bet Shelby's still effing there putting up shelves and moving boxes and organizing the hardware. WOMAN IS INSANE. She was supposed to be out of there by 2. I've said it a million times, and I'll say it again- She'd effing sleep in the store if she could. Maybe on a t-shirt table. HEH.

Got off, headed home. Saw Kyle and a shirtless Justin sprinting down the other lane on Jordan Trails Road, and a Doom not far behind them. They were WALKING to the V-Hoose. Crazy fuckers. So I stopped and told Brandon to get in the car, turned around and picked up Justin and Kyle. Went to Safeway, ran into Juanita. Talked to her for a bit, then really headed home. Heh. Many cops with sirens tonight on Burn Road. Weird.

I need to do something. Read and eat food or some shit. Then pass out to wake up at 5am. Weeeeee.

Ridiculous.

JESUS.

Went to work at 5am. Trained some new girls in the stockroom, started getting insane, unbearable cramps at around 5:45-ish. Sat down in the office for a minute. Took my first 15 early and went outside to get some air, but the cramps just kept getting worse, to the point where I was having trouble moving at all. Went back in, told Shelby I had to go home and we were all paranoid that I had appendicitis. The drive home was agonizing. I honestly don't know how I even drove at ALL. Every couple minutes I was having these horrible 'contractions' and had to clench my teeth and dig my fingers into the steering wheel. Oh, what a sight. Poor little Bre driving down 172nd crying and driving 5 mph under the speed limit.

So I get home, set my shit down and just start farting out of nowhere. HEH. I'm so fucking pissed. That was IT?!?! 'Cause seriously. I honestly thought I was gonna have to go to the hospital.

So yeah. Gonna leave to go back to work when the remainder of the pain and light-headedness subsides. Heh. SO ANGRY. Do you guys realize how low on gas I am right now? I was at under a quarter of a tank when I left work. I was in too much agony to stop and get gas on the way home, so now the needle is teetering on empty. FUCK.

Ugh. Still feel gnarly, though. Hopefully I don't pass out or something. Post-traumatic stress or some shit. Heh.

Opposable-limbed, dual-shelled turtles filled with peanut butter and other such nonsense.

What the shit has happened to Halloween, you guys? HONESTLY!

Chino, Terry and a couple of Chino's buddies set up the yard SO badass. Terry carved up two pumpkins in about 30 minutes, and they put all sortsa dry ice and smoke machines and blinky glow-ey things out in the yard. Did any kids come by for candy besides Robin and Terry's niece? NO. NOT A FUCKING ONE.

Are parents really that goddamn paranoid/too lazy to accompany their damn kids while they go trick-or-treating? Honestly! NO. ONE. Seriously.

And my 'costume' went to waste. Heh. I changed into it at work right before we opened and got a bunch of horrified looks ('cause of all the blood on my face and boobs, most likely), but as soon as I got to Terry's I was too effing tired to put forth any more effort and we just ended up watching a movie and falling asleep anyway.

I suppose the $5 for the wig went to good use 'cause I got a hilarious picture of Kortnie in it with all her actual hair totally visible. She even wore it out on the floor for a bit. GOOD TIMES.

Anyhow. Today. Worked 5-2, bought my damn coat, gave Jenna a ride to her other job which was on my way home, got home, observed some Guitar Hurrah 3, mom came home, and we all piled in her car and went to Best Buy so Brandon could get some presents. 'Cause it's his BIIRRRRTHDAAAYYYY. Doom is 21. Weeee! But yeah. Ended up buying some cds (BAD! BAD!). Scissor Sisters' "Ta-Dah" and 311's "Greatest Hits '93-'03". THE RIDE HOME. WAS THE BEST. EVER. I put in the Scissor Sisters cd and Kyle made up his own words to "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'".

"Better flip a bitch and we'll go to the mooooooon!"

HEEEEEEEEEEE. I'm so gonna blast that shit at work tomorrow.

Anyhow. Work tomorrow 5-2. Head to the island. Lay in bed. Go to Molly's birthday Saturday night. Wewt.

I need to pack some shit and go to bed. Like whoa.