Oh, killjoy
Jul. 13th, 2005 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteI *just* woke up. Yeah, it's after 12 noon here, and yeah, it's lunchtime but I'm eating cereal... but already, today sucks. Why? Because five minutes after I woke up, someone from work called and asked me to come in. Sure, they had a very compelling reason (smashed up their finger, allergic to the Epsom salt they put it in, need to go to emergency room) but... ugh, this happens to me EVERY DAMN TIME I HAVE A DAY OFF! ;_; Why can't people just leave me alone? Worse, whenever they call the house phone, Baba and Grandpa never hesitate to give me the phone-- they don't ask who it is, where they're from, or what they want... and they don't care if I'm sleeping! -_- That ends NOW! If I don't recognize the phone number, I am NOT going to answer the phone. Pisses me off. Anyway, I took the shift, so I'm all rushing around trying to get everything done... and ow, my ankle is killing me. And it's a bloody 5 hour shift. Augh, why did I agree to this!?
On top of that, I had a weird dream. There was just me, Scott, and some other guy (maybe James? He's the son of an old friend of the family-- one of my dad's friend's sons) were in the house. Scott was down in the kitchen (topless, though I can't see why that's relevant) in front of the fridge, which for some reason, had an assortment of plastic card-holders (like the kinds you put pamphlets or postcards in) on the fridge door, instead of all these photos and magnets. Scott finished eating a banana, and just TOSSED the peel on the floor. For some reason, that really pissed me off, and I grabbed Scott by the arm and literally shoved him outside, and I slammed the door in his face. James (?) was in the den, fiddling with something that I thought was an X-Box, playing a game that looked like a mish-mash between two games, or half of a level from one game I'd played before (but not in the recent past). He said something about me being pretty vicious, but he was grinning, so I wasn't mad at him. Meanwhile, Scott seemed pretty upset and embarrassed to be outside, because some guys (one had a mustard yellow van with those old-school white gemtops) were unloading equipment and watching topless-Scott squirm outside... and I was under the impression they were filming something important. And then I woke up.
Gwuh? What does all that mean?
Well, work-wise... yesterday kind of stank. JF (the girl that C likes), C, J, and I were *all* working together. C and JF got off at the same time, and as far as I know, left together. I should be happy-- "good on them" and all that, because I told JF what I heard that night when C, J, and I closed. And I even went so far as to give C a small note saying I was sorry he took my words to heart (JF told me that C approached her and said "So, you think I'm a womanizer, do you?" K made me think that C wouldn't care, but apparently he did, especially if he brought it up 2 days later.) and that I had no right to say what I said, I was sorry and felt lousy, and if he really liked JF, he ought to go after her-- and me saying mean things because I was jealous for not getting his attention anymore (this all ends up tying back to Scott "not having enough time" to pay attention to me, otherwise I probably wouldn't even think about what C thinks of me). Well, I don't know if he even read the note, much less thought about it. So that kind of bummed me out, because he didn't even SAY anything to me. I was in a funk for the rest of the night-- I even agreed to do dishes. Sad thing is, I think I'm coming off as more and more of a bitch to my co-workers. What I think is me being enthusiastic, others might think is being too forthright or loud or something. *sigh* ;_;
The good news? I finished reading Order of the Phoenix, things that I forgot about make sense, and I'm all ready for the Half-Blood Prince. Plus I managed to switch shifts with Simon so I can get off in time to go home, throw together a Moaning Myrtle outfit (I lack robes-- too bad I didn't bring my old graduation gown with me- but then again, those are either red or white-- only the boys are black!) and head off to the Midnight Magic party. If Seattle's Best is open, I'll treat myself to a Chocolate Trio (and maybe some Fizzing Whizbees).
On top of that, I had a weird dream. There was just me, Scott, and some other guy (maybe James? He's the son of an old friend of the family-- one of my dad's friend's sons) were in the house. Scott was down in the kitchen (topless, though I can't see why that's relevant) in front of the fridge, which for some reason, had an assortment of plastic card-holders (like the kinds you put pamphlets or postcards in) on the fridge door, instead of all these photos and magnets. Scott finished eating a banana, and just TOSSED the peel on the floor. For some reason, that really pissed me off, and I grabbed Scott by the arm and literally shoved him outside, and I slammed the door in his face. James (?) was in the den, fiddling with something that I thought was an X-Box, playing a game that looked like a mish-mash between two games, or half of a level from one game I'd played before (but not in the recent past). He said something about me being pretty vicious, but he was grinning, so I wasn't mad at him. Meanwhile, Scott seemed pretty upset and embarrassed to be outside, because some guys (one had a mustard yellow van with those old-school white gemtops) were unloading equipment and watching topless-Scott squirm outside... and I was under the impression they were filming something important. And then I woke up.
Gwuh? What does all that mean?
Well, work-wise... yesterday kind of stank. JF (the girl that C likes), C, J, and I were *all* working together. C and JF got off at the same time, and as far as I know, left together. I should be happy-- "good on them" and all that, because I told JF what I heard that night when C, J, and I closed. And I even went so far as to give C a small note saying I was sorry he took my words to heart (JF told me that C approached her and said "So, you think I'm a womanizer, do you?" K made me think that C wouldn't care, but apparently he did, especially if he brought it up 2 days later.) and that I had no right to say what I said, I was sorry and felt lousy, and if he really liked JF, he ought to go after her-- and me saying mean things because I was jealous for not getting his attention anymore (this all ends up tying back to Scott "not having enough time" to pay attention to me, otherwise I probably wouldn't even think about what C thinks of me). Well, I don't know if he even read the note, much less thought about it. So that kind of bummed me out, because he didn't even SAY anything to me. I was in a funk for the rest of the night-- I even agreed to do dishes. Sad thing is, I think I'm coming off as more and more of a bitch to my co-workers. What I think is me being enthusiastic, others might think is being too forthright or loud or something. *sigh* ;_;
The good news? I finished reading Order of the Phoenix, things that I forgot about make sense, and I'm all ready for the Half-Blood Prince. Plus I managed to switch shifts with Simon so I can get off in time to go home, throw together a Moaning Myrtle outfit (I lack robes-- too bad I didn't bring my old graduation gown with me- but then again, those are either red or white-- only the boys are black!) and head off to the Midnight Magic party. If Seattle's Best is open, I'll treat myself to a Chocolate Trio (and maybe some Fizzing Whizbees).
