Thursday, May 6, 2004

~yawn~
Apologies for last night's entry. It was totally redundant. Usually thats the crap I post in my livejournal for family and friends who won't quit asking me what I'm up to.

Anywho.

I don't know if I've mentioned this already, but I've been put in charge of the Orange Julius for this week. So.. until Friday, when my boss Diane comes back. (Actually, the rich kids seem to have run together with the poor ones when it comes to jerks. I must've been tired last night when I wrote, or something. Sorry about that.)

Anyway.. I've been left in charge. I don't like responsibility, and I'm not good with stress. Stress makes Rayne scary. Stress makes me snap at rude customers. I'll be glad when she's back. I miss just working with Steven on the days I'm supposed to. I hate Jolene.

I kinda had a lot to do yesterday, and by the time Luke went to work and I got online, I was a bit odd.

(I still can't access Surreal under my name and password. I might have to move the site. I certainly hope not. )

So I've worked every single morning this week, and will continue to until Sat, when I have gaming and don't work. Terri's cancelled it on her end, and BESM might not fly, but I still don't work Sat, damnit. Dag-nabittit.

I'm not a wonderful morning person since I don't have the tact for sleeping entirely down yet. See. I like to stay up late. And I have a really fuckin hard time going to bed early. One am is early.

Waking at six makes that late, though. Weird. Yesterday I had a really hard time getting out of bed, and I waited for Luke to get home, so I was late leaving and had to run for the bus. THEN I realised the buses were on strike, so I ran to work. When I got to work, I promptly had an asthma attack, since I forgot to take my puffer the night before, and soonafter, I threw up the breakfast I didn't eat in our mop bucket. Throwing up is bad enough, but throwing up into a mop bucket is worse. And worse than that is cleaning it up yourself.

I have extremely bad asthma that almost killed me last year. I'm not supposed to run, but I was worried I'd be late. ^~^;;

Anyway.. shift was kinda slow after that. I discovered that the closing person didn't do anything the night before.. so I was a bit cranky until I got to squeeze oranges. I like doing that.

In other news.. my Dad's going back to Afghanistan again. Apparantly he's going to be a ground troop this time, instead of staying on the ship. This worries me, since last time he went to Afghanistan we got a letter in the mail stating that he may have been one of the Canadian soldiers caught in the US 'friendly fire' and it was possible that he was dead. I don't really like my dad, but I don't want him dead either. So I'm scared about that one...

I need to go to work again. Man. After this, I'm never getting a full time job. I haven't painted or drawn all week.

//.r.a.y.n.e.//
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