Not cool:
1. Christmas Break. My BF is gone for 15 more days. Ugh.
2. Christmas Muzak. God please make it stop.
3. Biff. Nuff said.
4. Carmelites. Man, I thought Lake Foresters were bad...at least they were sometimes intelligent. These people are just rich white trash. Sometimes it's amusing, though. I give to you an actual conversation with a soccer mom (seriously, could not have been older than 30) from the end of my shift today:
her: "No, I want an mp3 player."
me: "Okay, here's our selection."
her: "But these are not iPods."
me: *blink* "um...you're right?"
her: "but I just said I wanted an mp3 player. you told me you have them."
me: "Um. We do. This is our selection."
her: "Where? I don't see any iPods."
me: "again...you're not wrong. but this is what we have."
her: "so do you have them or not"
me: "we have mp3 players...we do not carry iPod, though"
her: "oh...they're not called iPods?"
me: "an iPod is a make and model of mp3 player made by apple. we do not carry them."
her: "oh. what's the most expensive one you carry, then?"
me: *hands her a $400 piece of plastic crap and a replacement warranty brochure* "this is "best" one we carry."
her: "oh I won't need a replacement program - they're gifts, so if they break, they break. but I'll take three of these iPods."
me: "um...great. i'll meet you at the register with them"
her: "okay. wait. do these play music?"
me: *headdesk*
5. A night o' nightmares. No really. I can remember at least 5 different nightmares from last night. One of which involved a giant squid in my bed that pretty much tore me apart and ate me when I rolled over. Squishy strong tentacles. Naturally I got tangled up in my bedsheets at the same time, so when I woke up screaming, I kept screaming because I thought it was real. Fun times. Incidentally, today I look and feel like CRAP.
1. Christmas Break. My BF is gone for 15 more days. Ugh.
2. Christmas Muzak. God please make it stop.
3. Biff. Nuff said.
4. Carmelites. Man, I thought Lake Foresters were bad...at least they were sometimes intelligent. These people are just rich white trash. Sometimes it's amusing, though. I give to you an actual conversation with a soccer mom (seriously, could not have been older than 30) from the end of my shift today:
her: "No, I want an mp3 player."
me: "Okay, here's our selection."
her: "But these are not iPods."
me: *blink* "um...you're right?"
her: "but I just said I wanted an mp3 player. you told me you have them."
me: "Um. We do. This is our selection."
her: "Where? I don't see any iPods."
me: "again...you're not wrong. but this is what we have."
her: "so do you have them or not"
me: "we have mp3 players...we do not carry iPod, though"
her: "oh...they're not called iPods?"
me: "an iPod is a make and model of mp3 player made by apple. we do not carry them."
her: "oh. what's the most expensive one you carry, then?"
me: *hands her a $400 piece of plastic crap and a replacement warranty brochure* "this is "best" one we carry."
her: "oh I won't need a replacement program - they're gifts, so if they break, they break. but I'll take three of these iPods."
me: "um...great. i'll meet you at the register with them"
her: "okay. wait. do these play music?"
me: *headdesk*
5. A night o' nightmares. No really. I can remember at least 5 different nightmares from last night. One of which involved a giant squid in my bed that pretty much tore me apart and ate me when I rolled over. Squishy strong tentacles. Naturally I got tangled up in my bedsheets at the same time, so when I woke up screaming, I kept screaming because I thought it was real. Fun times. Incidentally, today I look and feel like CRAP.
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But thinking about that makes me laugh.
I heart you, Cassandra. I heart you hard.
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Decision made. Next.
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Not very good though, apparently, because...you know. Still where I'm at. But it's here:
http://www.geocities.com/brenbel84/resume.html
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*pet pet pet*
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