It's all in the... pants.

Classic. Today at work we had to wear these promotional tees that say "It's all in the jeans" on the front and lists the names of all our basic denim on the back. Seems lame, but they're actually not too bad. Plus the fact that they're pants shirts is pretty amusing to me. But of course, me being me, I STILL get asked, "Uh, do you work here?" I swear I get this question at LEAST once a day. Even if I'm wearing a badge, I still get asked. And I'm wearing a goddamn tshirt that's the same as about 10 other people in the store, and I get asked. CLASSIC. Granted, I did have an armful of flip flops blocking most of the front of the shirt, but what fucking customer has an armful of flip flops that cost $30 per pair?!?! Someone full of crazy?!?!

Work was. The most. Boring shit. EVARRR. Mike wasn't able to get into work 'cause his car is still lifeless. Chelsey has Saturdays off. Shelby is in Reno until Tuesday. BORING. There were only 13 boxes in the whole stockroom and I got through all those like nothing. Re-did the YC monolith to updated VMG and replenished accordingly. Processed donation damages. Processed a box of Chelsey's purses because I literally ran out of shit to do. UGHHHH. The only source of entertainment I had was Kimmy while she was on her break, but that wasn't until like 20 minutes before I had to leave. HEH. Crazy girl. Today just dragged and it was totally bleh.

Came home, passed out sitting upright watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Jesus. Woke up about 40 minutes ago, talked to muh baby, and then nothing. Which is what I'm doing now. Heh.

But! I have tomorrow and Monday off! AWESOME. So tomorrow I'ma go see Terry for a bit. I'm excited.

I wanna get shit done but I'm seriously lacking in the motivation department. Laundry? Sure. Bleach my roots? Maybe. Put oil in my car? Too effing dark. Damnit.

I'll think of something.