FluerVanderloo
New Member
...Was both a nightmare and...well, whatever you consider the opposite of a nightmare.
Points to remember:
-My shoes have officially killed my feet. I can't walk barefoot without them hurting. That's entirely my fault.
-The ever-so wonderful Dan Jones nudged my little Cavalier in the rear end with his HUGE DODGE RAM. No damage was done, but obviously I got out to look. Then Mr. I'm-better-than-you-because-I-direct-traffic guy threw a hissy fit because I was out of my car when I was being waved on. What a dick. I told him what happened, so all is good there. Sorta.
-I got a royal shitload of homework. Then, I spent a half hour trying to figure out something that was on the wrong page. Winkler started us on the previous page which, ironically, had the same numbered problems as the next page. Therefore, I didn't get all of my homework done before work.
-Which leads me to work. We got done at 9:45, except for the huge black woman who knew we were closed but took her time buying $104 worth of PAPER. Which wasn't so bad, because we would have been out at 9:50 if it weren't for Mike and his "Why don't you guys go fill ALL the clipstrips by the registers?" kick. That really pissed me off. We got out at 10:05. I'm sooo sending that application to the doctor's office.
-At 11:30, while I was trying to get my homework done and go to bed at a decent time, my power went out. Actually, all of Middle River did, save Maple Crest and Martin Plaza. So, here I am, at 11:30 at night, in complete darkness save this computer screen, hoping and praying it comes back on so I can get a hot shower in the morning. That is, if my alarm clock even goes out. And I still have psychology to do.
Points to remember:
-My shoes have officially killed my feet. I can't walk barefoot without them hurting. That's entirely my fault.
-The ever-so wonderful Dan Jones nudged my little Cavalier in the rear end with his HUGE DODGE RAM. No damage was done, but obviously I got out to look. Then Mr. I'm-better-than-you-because-I-direct-traffic guy threw a hissy fit because I was out of my car when I was being waved on. What a dick. I told him what happened, so all is good there. Sorta.
-I got a royal shitload of homework. Then, I spent a half hour trying to figure out something that was on the wrong page. Winkler started us on the previous page which, ironically, had the same numbered problems as the next page. Therefore, I didn't get all of my homework done before work.
-Which leads me to work. We got done at 9:45, except for the huge black woman who knew we were closed but took her time buying $104 worth of PAPER. Which wasn't so bad, because we would have been out at 9:50 if it weren't for Mike and his "Why don't you guys go fill ALL the clipstrips by the registers?" kick. That really pissed me off. We got out at 10:05. I'm sooo sending that application to the doctor's office.
-At 11:30, while I was trying to get my homework done and go to bed at a decent time, my power went out. Actually, all of Middle River did, save Maple Crest and Martin Plaza. So, here I am, at 11:30 at night, in complete darkness save this computer screen, hoping and praying it comes back on so I can get a hot shower in the morning. That is, if my alarm clock even goes out. And I still have psychology to do.