Today was shaping up to be an okay sort of day. I really like my dramatic writing class. There's definitely some fun characters in class, and reading other people's work really shows you a thing or two about them. A couple of cute guys.
So, the monologue I wrote was a bit too literary. I have to turn in a revised draft today. I should probably try and do that.
I am dog tired from not going to bed until 2am last night because it was "Thursday Night Movie Night" and so we had like a bajillion people over at the house watching Sci Fi movies. It was a good time, but still.
I decided I need to invest in a printer. I've been having a hard time finding one to use now that school is out and all the computer labs are closed. The one up at the my apartment complexes computer lab is always broke.
So, today, I went to class, then got out at 12:15 and headed to work. Except when I got to work, it was soooo horrible. It was taking me three times as long to type a recording. I just thought I was going to die. It was too cold and overall, I was just beat from the early morning and the night before. So, I decided to just get out early. I mean, we only have to put a minimum of 16 hours in a week and for the last few weeks I've been putting in between 24-30. So, I figure, you know, I deserve to get out, I'd already put in 21 hours for the week anyway. I had done three of my six scheduled hours before I decided I couldn't handle it anymore for that day. So, I went home. Then I get home and checked my email and I get one from UTS that says something about how they're backlogged due to higher than normal schedule deviations and that it's imperative that we work the full hours we're scheduled to work on Friday, and if we can to come in on Saturday/Sunday to catch up. So, now, darn, I feel bad, but at the same time, I'm like, I'm beat. So, I don't know.
Oh, other thing. When I got home, my roommate John had used my computer to play the projector. So, I gathered it out of the living room and brought it in my room. Only to get in here and find that he burned a huge hole in the Alt key and a hole between the period key and the question mark key because he dropped a hookah coal on it!! So, I had to call and cuss him out, which might have worked better except that I was too tired to care, and who really uses the Alt key anyway. So, he owes me and when it's well and good for me to collect on that favor, I will.
Yesterday night I was at work at Piercing Pagoda, they just hired a new girl, another one of Nessa's friends. She cut my hours down to 10, and is giving her two friends 17 and 19 respectively. Helloooo.... I've worked longer there at Piercing Pagoda than ALL THREE of them combined and there she goes cutting my hours. It's ridiculous. Apparently Children's Place is having the same problems. The girl they fired over at Piercing Pagoda went to work over there at C.P. So, I get the gossip on all that too. I really think it's just the retail business. Honeslty, you don't manage a retail mall store if you have a degree in managment. It's too clear, because if you did, you woudln't have some of these juvenile issues and shoddy practices that seem to go on.
I got out of work early to come home, and got out to the car, (it was raining) just to find that I'd left my lights on. Dead battery. In my defense, it was rainy when I left for work, and when I arrived at work it was sunny, so I had completely forgotten my lights were on in the first place. I only know two people in Athens still who have cars, and one wasn't picking up their phone. Luckily, the mall security jumped me, and all was well. Still. Hasn't been the best few days, save for going to class. It's a great class.
The boys are going to dinner tonight, so I'm going to try to catch a nap so I can go with them and be awake enough to turn in my revised assignment later tonight.
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Part 1--dude owes you for abusing the hardware you lent him out of your gracious heart
Part 2--I'm sick of reading blogs about how your employer is mistreating you...if you want respect, demand it!
I love you.
-dad
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