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azuriteYesterday at work SUCKED. I think that's a trend for my Saturdays, really. But I'm sick of feeling humiliated, laughed at, pestered... >_< *sigh* It's like middle school all over again, and most of you know how much I hated *that.* Worst three years of my life. Anyway, it sucked because people just seemed to find reasons to laugh at me-- Siannan happened to call when I was taking over for Yos at Guest Services, and she laughed when I said the whole schpiel "Thank you for calling..." because I said it fast or somesuch.
Yeah, well, it just so happens that I *HATE* the phone, and I talk fast anyway, so sheesh! Sorry. She didn't have to keep chortling about it hours later. I didn't get *that* upset about it, but later on was the worst. I was at Guest Services (waiting for a chance to do an AGP, or for the ushers to need my help cleaning houses) when someone walked up to pick up tix-- I swore to all heaven that it was Huyen, and lately we've been seeing her outside of uniform, so it's kinda unnerving, you know? People look different out of uniform. And I was talking to her like she *was* Huyen, saying "Hey, you look like you're about to go get a studio portrait done, you know? All nice and -esque looking." And she gives me this bizarre look and says, "That's really nice, who are you?" O_O
It wasn't Huyen, obviously. It was her sister, and I should have known- Huyen doesn't have freckles! But it was so embarassing I turned scarlet and hid behind the Lost in Translation poster. I stayed there for about 5 minutes, while George and Co had a laughing fit over it. People seemed to find one reason or another to laugh *at* me, while I found nothing funny about the entire damn day. I was trying to have a good time, I really was! I wasn't getting all distracted, I was trying to sell hearts-- people just walked by and ignored me, like a Children's Charity is something to laugh at! YOU SELFISH BASTARDS! THINK OF THE CHILDREN! *hmph*
Only a few good things came out of yesterday. One, none of the OCs or managers were mean/rude/disrespectful to me, as Jenn C. pointed out. Which is a really nice thought, all things considered. Two, the security guard lent me money to get lunch, so I could have been a LOT grumpier without food than I was with it. I got a croissant. :) Three, Co lent me $1 to get a Rice Krispie treat, and while the time I spent on my 10 minute break eating it was less than thrilling, I did like the marshmallow-y goodness. Lastly, I managed to get somewhat more organized where my college papers are concerned-- I'm glad I have off tomorrow though, as I have a *ton* of stuff to do.
* Post office -- get 1040EZ form; mail Peach Girl Vols. to TX; mail Marcella's present (uberbelated, much?)
* Schools -- Go to CCSF and the SFUSD *again* and get 2 more transcripts; I'll have to ask mom for $13, but since she hasn't contributed squat to my college applications, I think I can guilt trip her into it.
I have to do a lot of writing tomorrow, too-- but with the day off to relax (and mom being gone) I should be able to get everything done. And maybe on the side, I can even work on the last few bits of WDKY8.
Ohhh, speaking of WDKYness, I've been plot bunnied again. But instead of fic ideas (like "Shock" and "Shine," the two I was talking about before) for new fics, it's for the upcoming-in-the-distant-future sequel to WDKY, "Circle of Seven." Oy vey. Not only do I have several major plot ideas, but dialogue scenes, ANGSTangstANGST, and of course, preliminary fanart! The temp sketch looks REALLY good, even though it took me forveer and Yos' eraser to do last night. :)
Hopefully I won't be so damned emotionally sensitive today, yanno? I do wanna kick the living shit out of something-- maybe I should drop into Crunch. Haha. There *is* an old punching bag down by the trash compactor (but of course, it stinks down there).
Hey, also, I finally had the guts to say hi to Willy, the old counselor from Claire Lilienthal! I thought I'd seen him a million and one times at the theater, but I was never sure if it was him or not. Well, I finally said hi, and he was surprised it was me! ^_^; Okay, so he's not a bodyguard for P. Diddy or anything, but working with kids always seemed to be good for him-- he works with kids from Juvie, it seems. Took them to see Butterfly Effect. And I got off early enough to see it too (GREAT F*IN MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) though I didn't sit with them (I think I would have been awfully out of place...).
Hehe, some dork kept answering their cell during the show, so I took out my work shirt in a "threatening" (how can taking out a shirt be threatening? I just pulled it out, and the guy next to me got this really TERRIFIED look on his face. *shrugs* Maybe he was thinking something else?) manner, and the guy put the phone away. :D
I have to go soon... today is 1-9 shift. I hope they send me home early. *sulk* I wanna play more FFX-2.
Yeah, well, it just so happens that I *HATE* the phone, and I talk fast anyway, so sheesh! Sorry. She didn't have to keep chortling about it hours later. I didn't get *that* upset about it, but later on was the worst. I was at Guest Services (waiting for a chance to do an AGP, or for the ushers to need my help cleaning houses) when someone walked up to pick up tix-- I swore to all heaven that it was Huyen, and lately we've been seeing her outside of uniform, so it's kinda unnerving, you know? People look different out of uniform. And I was talking to her like she *was* Huyen, saying "Hey, you look like you're about to go get a studio portrait done, you know? All nice and -esque looking." And she gives me this bizarre look and says, "That's really nice, who are you?" O_O
It wasn't Huyen, obviously. It was her sister, and I should have known- Huyen doesn't have freckles! But it was so embarassing I turned scarlet and hid behind the Lost in Translation poster. I stayed there for about 5 minutes, while George and Co had a laughing fit over it. People seemed to find one reason or another to laugh *at* me, while I found nothing funny about the entire damn day. I was trying to have a good time, I really was! I wasn't getting all distracted, I was trying to sell hearts-- people just walked by and ignored me, like a Children's Charity is something to laugh at! YOU SELFISH BASTARDS! THINK OF THE CHILDREN! *hmph*
Only a few good things came out of yesterday. One, none of the OCs or managers were mean/rude/disrespectful to me, as Jenn C. pointed out. Which is a really nice thought, all things considered. Two, the security guard lent me money to get lunch, so I could have been a LOT grumpier without food than I was with it. I got a croissant. :) Three, Co lent me $1 to get a Rice Krispie treat, and while the time I spent on my 10 minute break eating it was less than thrilling, I did like the marshmallow-y goodness. Lastly, I managed to get somewhat more organized where my college papers are concerned-- I'm glad I have off tomorrow though, as I have a *ton* of stuff to do.
* Post office -- get 1040EZ form; mail Peach Girl Vols. to TX; mail Marcella's present (uberbelated, much?)
* Schools -- Go to CCSF and the SFUSD *again* and get 2 more transcripts; I'll have to ask mom for $13, but since she hasn't contributed squat to my college applications, I think I can guilt trip her into it.
I have to do a lot of writing tomorrow, too-- but with the day off to relax (and mom being gone) I should be able to get everything done. And maybe on the side, I can even work on the last few bits of WDKY8.
Ohhh, speaking of WDKYness, I've been plot bunnied again. But instead of fic ideas (like "Shock" and "Shine," the two I was talking about before) for new fics, it's for the upcoming-in-the-distant-future sequel to WDKY, "Circle of Seven." Oy vey. Not only do I have several major plot ideas, but dialogue scenes, ANGSTangstANGST, and of course, preliminary fanart! The temp sketch looks REALLY good, even though it took me forveer and Yos' eraser to do last night. :)
Hopefully I won't be so damned emotionally sensitive today, yanno? I do wanna kick the living shit out of something-- maybe I should drop into Crunch. Haha. There *is* an old punching bag down by the trash compactor (but of course, it stinks down there).
Hey, also, I finally had the guts to say hi to Willy, the old counselor from Claire Lilienthal! I thought I'd seen him a million and one times at the theater, but I was never sure if it was him or not. Well, I finally said hi, and he was surprised it was me! ^_^; Okay, so he's not a bodyguard for P. Diddy or anything, but working with kids always seemed to be good for him-- he works with kids from Juvie, it seems. Took them to see Butterfly Effect. And I got off early enough to see it too (GREAT F*IN MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) though I didn't sit with them (I think I would have been awfully out of place...).
Hehe, some dork kept answering their cell during the show, so I took out my work shirt in a "threatening" (how can taking out a shirt be threatening? I just pulled it out, and the guy next to me got this really TERRIFIED look on his face. *shrugs* Maybe he was thinking something else?) manner, and the guy put the phone away. :D
I have to go soon... today is 1-9 shift. I hope they send me home early. *sulk* I wanna play more FFX-2.
