OOOOO, TOTAL.

Officially unemployed. JOY.

Tonight was probably the best night I've ever had at work, just because I knew I'd never have to go in there again. I was there until almost 1am processing gobacks, but I really didn't care. It was only when I started peeling shit off my locker that I started to feel sad. And when it looked like Christina was about to cry after she checked my shit out. Sadpants.

Oh well. On to bigger and better things, right? Right.

My last employee purchases were a black mock-turtleneck top and the jacket Mike's been lusting after. I meant to buy it for him weeks ago, but we were all out of his size and it was SHEER FATE that one was hanging on the front of the bays tonight. After work I dropped by Jordan's house to leave it with him, but he was passed out so I left it by his laptop with a note. He'd better effing love me forever. HEH!

In angst news. My paycheck was SOOOOO fucking short. So bad. $368? I THINK NOT. Soooo. I have to go in tomorrow and have my time checked. 'Cause I know that's waaaayyy off and someone probably forgot to clock me in for one or two of the overnight shifts last week. GREAT.

What to effing do for the rest of the week? Having nothing to do is new to me. Heh.

CHEV! I'm making an appointment tomorrow for Friday so you can fix my hair, ma'am. I really, really am.