Ugh. Went to the bank and pleaded with them until they dropped all the overdraft charges. NICE. The only reason all this happened was because I paid me and my mom’s phone bill and forgot to tell mom so she could give me her portion. If I would have had that money in there, I wouldn’t have overdrafted at all. But meh. All fixed and grood. Except for the fact that I only have like $20 to my name for the next week. FUCK. Hurry up, tax return!
So today I worked Mike’s 5-1 and he’s working my 11-8 right now. Fun. It was SO fucking packed today. I shudder to think of what has become of my shoe wall. I just perfected and packed it out it this morning. AGAIN. Did some shipment, some purse boxes, some flip flops... ran go-backs. Ugh. Caitlin came in for a moment. I miss her face.
After work I sat in my car and read for four hours. Pepper hung out with me for a moment before she had to go work, and I got ’pulled over’ for being parked there for ’a really long time’. HEH!
"...what are you doing?" - officer
*filing nails* "I’m bored. I’m off work and I have nothing better to do."
"Where do you work?"
"Guess."
"That’s fine. Have a good day."
HEH! I was actually waiting for Mike to get his lunch, which I don’t think he ever got. Poor fucking thing is cashiering all day. Waited until 6 and left because I was starving and couldn’t afford to buy anything to eat. Awesome. That and I was getting fed up with the vultures. Vultures are fabulous things. Fucking canasians who can’t find a place to park ’cause the mall is fucking PACKED and they sit there and wait to steal your parking spot. Even though you’ve got your door open, your engine is off and you’re reading a goddamn BOOK. Somebody! Tell these fucking assholes to go home and STAY THERE!
So something is going on tonight. We’re not sure of what yet. Gotsta park at Mike’s and then carpool to either Bowman’s on the island or go to Bellingham with Rachel. Fweee. ’Cause we don’t gotsta work ’til 5pm tomorrow. Joy.
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