Day one of pay period: Only $8-ish spent so far. NICE. Still gonna be very tempted to buy those jeans once I get into work, however. This is a problem.
Today is effing "Dress To Impress" day. Which I think is horseshit. All this means is that I have to wear a woven (a 'button-down' or 'linen' shirt to the non-retail minded) every Thursday, but I only have one and I still have to take it in. GUH. And iron the out of control ruffles. But still. I'm in the stockroom. Why should I have to look fancy? Honestly?
I dun wanna woooorrrrkkkk.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
"You don't kill 'em with kindness, you STAB 'EM WITH SENSORS!!!"
^Crissa's stance on customer service that gets me through most days at work. HEH!^
Just got my direct deposit. Wooo. I can't BELIEVE I lived off $38 for almost two weeks. NUTS.
However. You know something's wrong when your paychecks are almost $100 smaller than they were the summer previous. And you make 67 cents more now. Granted, I missed a day last week, but still. Come on. I think my hours aren't being changed when we don't clock in immediately in the mornings. Or SOMETHING.
...nevermind. After a quick calculation, I'm missing out on $65 from the missed day. HEH. I'm dumb.
Anyhow. I was thinking last night that I should finance a Canon Digital Rebel xTi from Amazon. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. It would only end up being like $52 a month for 12 months. I'ma ponder it some more, I think.
Otherwise, I'm seriously trying to keep my debit card stuck firmly in my wallet. No clothes (which is gonna be SO hard 'cause we just got in some Starlets from retail and I REALLY WANT THEM. Hopefully they'll still be there when the gift certificates come in.). No shoes. Very limited amounts of booze and lots of food and beverages are acceptable. Chill out on driving. Know why? 'Cause I wanna effing go to Warped Tour next weekend. I requested the whole weekend off and hopefully I'll get it.
The rest of the week consists of--
Thursday (tomorrow): work 3-close.
Friday: work 11-7 and then Mike and I are most likely going camping with Harley and Jessie.
Saturday: work 3-close.
And I have no idea beyond that 'cause Shelby hasn't printed/done next week's schedule yet. UGH.
On the work front. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I hate back-to-school just as much as I hate the holiday season in retail. We have 160 boxes in the fucking stockroom right now. Just looking at it makes me violently ill. And the thing is, we're getting more and more shipment every fucking weekday so it keeps piling up. AND! We've run out of room in the bays for ALL backstock. Amazing. God, work stresses me out. I'm surprised I don't have fucking hives half the time.
Aaaannndddd cut.
Just got my direct deposit. Wooo. I can't BELIEVE I lived off $38 for almost two weeks. NUTS.
However. You know something's wrong when your paychecks are almost $100 smaller than they were the summer previous. And you make 67 cents more now. Granted, I missed a day last week, but still. Come on. I think my hours aren't being changed when we don't clock in immediately in the mornings. Or SOMETHING.
...nevermind. After a quick calculation, I'm missing out on $65 from the missed day. HEH. I'm dumb.
Anyhow. I was thinking last night that I should finance a Canon Digital Rebel xTi from Amazon. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. It would only end up being like $52 a month for 12 months. I'ma ponder it some more, I think.
Otherwise, I'm seriously trying to keep my debit card stuck firmly in my wallet. No clothes (which is gonna be SO hard 'cause we just got in some Starlets from retail and I REALLY WANT THEM. Hopefully they'll still be there when the gift certificates come in.). No shoes. Very limited amounts of booze and lots of food and beverages are acceptable. Chill out on driving. Know why? 'Cause I wanna effing go to Warped Tour next weekend. I requested the whole weekend off and hopefully I'll get it.
The rest of the week consists of--
Thursday (tomorrow): work 3-close.
Friday: work 11-7 and then Mike and I are most likely going camping with Harley and Jessie.
Saturday: work 3-close.
And I have no idea beyond that 'cause Shelby hasn't printed/done next week's schedule yet. UGH.
On the work front. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I hate back-to-school just as much as I hate the holiday season in retail. We have 160 boxes in the fucking stockroom right now. Just looking at it makes me violently ill. And the thing is, we're getting more and more shipment every fucking weekday so it keeps piling up. AND! We've run out of room in the bays for ALL backstock. Amazing. God, work stresses me out. I'm surprised I don't have fucking hives half the time.
Aaaannndddd cut.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
"OH, NO! It's the evil wizard!"
So I met up with Mike at the mall of aids today so we could go return his new North Face to Nordstrom. HEH. Hung around Alderwood for a bit, had some lunchies, went to this store that's totally tragic except for their $5.50 lacy camis and some of their shoes, then went back to Tulalip. Went into work and talked to Christina. She has no clue what's going on. Sooooo... I'm just gonna show up for my scheduled shift tomorrow and see what happens. What joy and rapture. Ugh.
Other than that. Spent about 2 hours cleaning out my trunk, detailing and vacuuming out my car and washing it. Beautiful. Then I cleaned out my purse. I swear it's like 5 pounds lighter. Thought about putting a pink chunk in my hair. Discarded the idea because I want to wait until I have money to have Chivahn do it. I know I'll fuck it up. Plus I'm not too thrilled about the idea of having to bleach one chunk out three times by myself. Heh. I'll just wait it out 'cause I totally need a haircut and my overall color needs to be refreshed. Horribly. Plus I haven't even seen Chev in like 6+ months.
So tomorrow. My options are:
Work 11-7. Go home. Go to sleep to wake up at 4:30 Saturday morning to go back to work.
-OR-
Go into work to find out I'm fired (which I'm SO completely positive is what's gonna go down). Leave. Wait for Mike to get off work. Do something. Heh.
Guh. Not looking forward to this.
Other than that. Spent about 2 hours cleaning out my trunk, detailing and vacuuming out my car and washing it. Beautiful. Then I cleaned out my purse. I swear it's like 5 pounds lighter. Thought about putting a pink chunk in my hair. Discarded the idea because I want to wait until I have money to have Chivahn do it. I know I'll fuck it up. Plus I'm not too thrilled about the idea of having to bleach one chunk out three times by myself. Heh. I'll just wait it out 'cause I totally need a haircut and my overall color needs to be refreshed. Horribly. Plus I haven't even seen Chev in like 6+ months.
So tomorrow. My options are:
Work 11-7. Go home. Go to sleep to wake up at 4:30 Saturday morning to go back to work.
-OR-
Go into work to find out I'm fired (which I'm SO completely positive is what's gonna go down). Leave. Wait for Mike to get off work. Do something. Heh.
Guh. Not looking forward to this.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Bre loses. Again.
So I'm 90% HIV-positive that I lost my job today. Somehow I woke up at 4pm. Was supposed to be at work at 3. GREAT. Called in to let them know I was on my way and I was informed that my shift had already been covered.
Soooo. We'll see what happens I guess. Christina's supposed to call me back at some point and let me know what's going on.
Today the new DM was visiting, too. So that makes it 100 times worse.
And the job hunt begins. Anyone know of anywhere that's hiring?
Soooo. We'll see what happens I guess. Christina's supposed to call me back at some point and let me know what's going on.
Today the new DM was visiting, too. So that makes it 100 times worse.
And the job hunt begins. Anyone know of anywhere that's hiring?
How to blow $445 in five days.
Fuck.
Wednesday. Got off work at 11. Went to Justin's to drink with everybody. After trying all night, finally got a hold of Mike and went and picked him up at his house. Back to Justin's, then to Jordan's. Drank a bottle of Asti to myself and passed out on the couch for a moment. Mike woke me up around 5am and we headed off to Granite out of nowhere. Drove out to Verlot. Carved our initials into a tree. Continued down Mt. Loop Highway (which is gravel for about 23 miles) until we ended up in Darrington. Bought a badass shirt that says "Mountian Loop Experience 2008". ALL OF THEM. WERE MISSPELLED. It was amazing. Drove through Rockport and ended up at this fish hatchery place or something in Concrete. Drove to Sedro Woolley. Burlington. Oak Harbor. HEH. Visited Angel at her house for a bit. Turned around, went through La Conner and Conway back to Stanwood.
Amazing.
After two overdraft fees and a drive to Ferndale on Friday night, I officially have $25 to my name. I just got paid on Wednesday night. How fucking asstastical is that?
At least all my bills are paid.
God, I suck at life. It was fun, though.
Today. Another nervous breakdown at work in front of fucking everyone. AWESOME. I. Cannot. Do. This. ANYMORE.
Need to find something new. Something NOW. I'm running out of fucking time here.
Wednesday. Got off work at 11. Went to Justin's to drink with everybody. After trying all night, finally got a hold of Mike and went and picked him up at his house. Back to Justin's, then to Jordan's. Drank a bottle of Asti to myself and passed out on the couch for a moment. Mike woke me up around 5am and we headed off to Granite out of nowhere. Drove out to Verlot. Carved our initials into a tree. Continued down Mt. Loop Highway (which is gravel for about 23 miles) until we ended up in Darrington. Bought a badass shirt that says "Mountian Loop Experience 2008". ALL OF THEM. WERE MISSPELLED. It was amazing. Drove through Rockport and ended up at this fish hatchery place or something in Concrete. Drove to Sedro Woolley. Burlington. Oak Harbor. HEH. Visited Angel at her house for a bit. Turned around, went through La Conner and Conway back to Stanwood.
Amazing.
After two overdraft fees and a drive to Ferndale on Friday night, I officially have $25 to my name. I just got paid on Wednesday night. How fucking asstastical is that?
At least all my bills are paid.
God, I suck at life. It was fun, though.
Today. Another nervous breakdown at work in front of fucking everyone. AWESOME. I. Cannot. Do. This. ANYMORE.
Need to find something new. Something NOW. I'm running out of fucking time here.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
*witty blog subject here*
Been a while, huh?
The past couple weeks have been a terrible conglomeration of breaking up (for the LAST fucking time), breaking down at work over and over, general angst and depression, being broke, drunk half of the time, hungover the other half and fucking hating life. Wooo.
Things are finally starting to look up. I've stopped blowing money on bullshit. The worst things I've been buying are green tea frappucinos from Starbucks. HEH. Which are totally fucking expensive, but I'm looking at it like this: even if I were to buy one every work day (which I don't), that's about $9 less daily than I would be spending on Monsters. So there ya go.
It's been three weeks since I've had a Monster or any kind of energy drink, by the way. I'm pretty sure I've gained like 5+ pounds. I haven't weighed myself yet, but I can tell because my Daredevils are getting tighter. Goodbye, size 23.
On the job front: I'm miserable as usual and every day I walk into that store I feel one day closer to death. BUT. I have an interview today somewhere that's willing to pay me $1.33 more to, basically, NOT have an ongoing nervous fucking breakdown at work. If this pans out I'm going to be SO much happier.
On the Terrence front: I'm fucking over it. Yes, I love him. But I can't deal with the flip-flopping between "I love you/I could care less if you're around" shit. So I'm letting him go. I've come to realize that he hasn't wanted to be with me for about 7 months. He's never going to be right with himself and therefore is never going to be right with me. If you love someone you don't pull their fucking emotions around like that. We are never, ever getting back together and it's with the utmost positivity and relief that I say that. I'm done being the safe bet. DONE. Because that's all I was. And I'm done with boys indefinitely. I've already got everybody who thinks I'm amazing and actually wants me around and I'm sick of having my fucking heart trampled.
So that very epic chapter of my life is over. We had some beautiful times, but they're over. I think letting go of that has been my biggest problem in the past.
So today. Shower. Get pretty. Pick up Aaron at 12:30-ish. Go to our group interview. Pick up Mike from work. ??? PROFIT.
I was thinking Neighbours. Maybe. We shall see where the day takes us.
The past couple weeks have been a terrible conglomeration of breaking up (for the LAST fucking time), breaking down at work over and over, general angst and depression, being broke, drunk half of the time, hungover the other half and fucking hating life. Wooo.
Things are finally starting to look up. I've stopped blowing money on bullshit. The worst things I've been buying are green tea frappucinos from Starbucks. HEH. Which are totally fucking expensive, but I'm looking at it like this: even if I were to buy one every work day (which I don't), that's about $9 less daily than I would be spending on Monsters. So there ya go.
It's been three weeks since I've had a Monster or any kind of energy drink, by the way. I'm pretty sure I've gained like 5+ pounds. I haven't weighed myself yet, but I can tell because my Daredevils are getting tighter. Goodbye, size 23.
On the job front: I'm miserable as usual and every day I walk into that store I feel one day closer to death. BUT. I have an interview today somewhere that's willing to pay me $1.33 more to, basically, NOT have an ongoing nervous fucking breakdown at work. If this pans out I'm going to be SO much happier.
On the Terrence front: I'm fucking over it. Yes, I love him. But I can't deal with the flip-flopping between "I love you/I could care less if you're around" shit. So I'm letting him go. I've come to realize that he hasn't wanted to be with me for about 7 months. He's never going to be right with himself and therefore is never going to be right with me. If you love someone you don't pull their fucking emotions around like that. We are never, ever getting back together and it's with the utmost positivity and relief that I say that. I'm done being the safe bet. DONE. Because that's all I was. And I'm done with boys indefinitely. I've already got everybody who thinks I'm amazing and actually wants me around and I'm sick of having my fucking heart trampled.
So that very epic chapter of my life is over. We had some beautiful times, but they're over. I think letting go of that has been my biggest problem in the past.
So today. Shower. Get pretty. Pick up Aaron at 12:30-ish. Go to our group interview. Pick up Mike from work. ??? PROFIT.
I was thinking Neighbours. Maybe. We shall see where the day takes us.
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