spacey 29.04.08 1:18 a.m.
Hidey hide hide!
I managed to slice a chunk of thumb off, five minutes into my shift tonight. Go me! I was running on fumes, putting up the biggest front I've ever fronted, when Mr. S showed up and proclaimed it Reverse Customer Day whilst handing me an incredibly ugly package filled with goodies and a card to cheer me up.
I don't have many friends, but the ones I have are better than yours, I can guarantee. (Unless, of course, you, reader, happen to be one of my friends. Then you've nothing to worry about.)
Still working on that "figuring things out" stuff. Got some laundry done, though. Two items in that load were things I'd ganked from a box of stuff that had been laying around the employee lounge forever: a black scarf and a red t-shirt with robots printed on the front. I shrank the scarf and the t-shirt still stinks of BO from its previous owner. Yay. Ah well, guess that's what Febreeze is for.
So, stuff to figure out:
School: what the fuck am I doing? I love learning, I know I'm smart, but I suck at the whole school thing. Haven't figured out how to not suck at it. More importantly, haven't figured out how to do things that other people take for granted without requiring someone to hold my hand. Of course, I can point out the numerous things I am capable of enduring/accomplishing/excelling at which most people totally pussy out from, but unfortunately, most of those are not going to earn me a BA. Or anything else. But hey, maybe I can translate those skills into something that will. Working on it. NEXT!
Job: ugh. Backstabbing, infighting, hypocrisy, the usual. Mostly crappy shifts. Crappy money, but I knew that when I signed up. Biggest factor in job dissatisfaction: shit customers. I mean, the absolute lowest scum. I mean, the rubbish of society. And a few nice people thrown in, I suspect, just to confuse me. In any case, it's nearly time to fuck off. I need to put some money aside first, of course. It's on the list.
Social life: I've got a "fiesta" planned for next weekend, wherein me and one Ms. Angie will break in the margarita glasses* I gave her for her birthday and consume mexican food. Our respective boyfriends will no doubt be in attendance, as will, I hope, our other mutual friends. I don't think there will be any South American music, but we could always put on a funky Beck album, or that ubiquitous Getz/Gilberto record. Also, we might play some poker, which would rule.
*This is a pun. I've broken at least three of Angie's margarita glasses since she moved into her condo, so I bought her a really nice, sturdy set as a gift.
My neck hurts and Spaced is on. You should check out Spaced. It's pretty damned funny. G'night.
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previously on Smothered Hope:
unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08