I am SO BORED and wanna go do something. But oh no! Bre has already spent $60 of her savings. Oops. And I'm not done, 'cause I still need to buy more gas and Monsters until Friday. Shit. I'll manage.
I thought I was gonna go hang out with Mike and all them tonight, so I went and bought a pint of Jager. But it turns out he has to work tomorrow morning. Sad. I'm on-call 1-6. Which I have no clue if they're gonna use. But AFTER (if I even work at all)! Oh yes. The drinking and zest shall commence.
Finally got a hold of Terry's ass last night. THREE MORE WEEKS of this shit. I'm going crazy, you guys. I can't not see him. It's already been almost two fucking weeks. And over a week since we've actually been able to talk for over 3 minutes. I miss him horribly and it's making me insane.
In other news. Work was entertaining. Chelsey and I did stock together for five hours and got quite a bit done. Then we had to run around the entire mall looking for a compactor that wasn't effed 'cause the one on our side is broken. And has been for like THREE DAYS. Get on it, assholes! But it was awesome. We had three days worth of broken down boxes piled on a rolling rack and we were lugging this stupid thing around EVERYWHERE. IN THE ROADS. HEH! The Zoo York boys on their smoke break were amusing. And awkward.
"Don't you just love offering to take out the recycling?"
Ummm... YES! It's my favorite thing EVER. Heh.
It's in my job description, sirs.
Guh. So the rest of the night I guess I'll wash my ass, get all hopped up on Monsters and finish tracing my shrinky dink jewelries. Yoy.
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