Graaaaanite FAAAALLLLSSSS!!! Blownheadgasket.

Today's agenda:

-Re-dye hair if time allows.
-Shower.
-Head over to Gramma and Grampa's at noon so Grampa can diagnose Dr. Tran's CV axle issue and fix it accordingly.
-If the previous doesn't go beyond 3-ish, go pick up Terry from work.

I've been having the best time ever at work lately. It's really starting to freak me the eff out. Usually I'm miserable at work, and everyone can see it. But I went in there on Saturday and busted ass. I was running gobacks for Shelby most of the day and she couldn't process them fast enough to keep up. AND I recovered/replenished my shoe wall right when I got there in about five minutes. Which is just fucking unheard of. Whenever I would take a break people apparently started panicking and asking where I went.

0_o

Yesterday Christina and I ran fitting rooms. I found that I actually started chasing people down who went into open rooms without waiting in line first and bitching at them to get in line. What the fuck is happening? Am I becoming... assertive? About fucking time! And it only took a fucking year and a half. Heh.

I'm not overwhelmed by working on the floor on weekends. The people don't overwhelm me. I'm TALKING. TO. PEOPLE. I'm rattling off promos and product knowledge and not stumbling on my words. I'm working at the cashwrap ringing people up and not freaking out about it. I have ENERGY.

I don't know what's happening. I'm really confused.

Anyhow. Saturday night Mike and I took Aaron out to the Castle and One Eyed Jack's (for about two seconds) and the porn barn. HEH. Got home around 3am. Woke up at 11 and headed straight to work. Worked noon-5, almost had to stay for my on-call but they found someone else, shopped a bit with my gift certificate, went to Gramma and Grampa's. Ate some food, watched Cast Away, left at 8 to go to Terry's. Started mixing up AMFs the second I got there. Yeah. On Saturday Mike and I totally went to the liquor store and I bought a half gallon of Desert Island, a fifth of Blue Curaco and some sweet and sour. I have a fucking bar in my trunk. It's awesome.

Woke up at 6-ish, took Terry to work, and now I'm home. Had to break in when I got here 'cause mom took Doom to his court thing and locked the house. Pepper has my house keys 'cause I drunkenly let her use the sharpie attached to them and she sorta forgot to give them back. HEH.

Well. I think I need to go get started on my checklist business.