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but I can't tell you from the drugs
Aug. 24th, 2005 08:18 amGrumpy bear sends his love. You know you love him. When aquiring him, the clerk launched into a conversation with Ari and Penny about how there always has to be one for the depressed/goths, and I kind of stared dead at him. Like, hi, I'm busy dying of joy over his little unhappy fuzzy self, and you're sort of insulting me with the way you're going on about your theory. I mean, I agree, you should have the non crack-fiend, but still. On the other hand, if he wanted to converse with Ari about the merits of Care Bears while her boyfriend poked around the store, what do I care? I got my Grumpy without having to pay for him. Score! [ari bought him as a gift. I'd say she got off light.]
I worked my arse off at work. I should have known that I'd get put out on the floor as I'm usually at least slightly faster than most at the putting the totes up, but for some reason I didn't. I'm trying to work out how many totes we burned through. ...I give up. There was a group of them, four totes deep, four totes wide, and at least 7 totes high. I think perhaps even eight or nine high. Dunno. Plus the chocolate ones, which I did at least eight of, and then the ones up front... Yeah. Lotsa stuff to do. By the time I left, the two highest stacks were Hallween stuff [*dies of joy*] and cosmetics. Score. On the other hand, my ankle went out before my break and that's always annoying. By the end of the night, my other ankle hurt just as much and my back was killing me. Stupid work.
You ever have those dreams where you seem almost awake, kind of sluggishly trying to wake up, only you can't really open your eyes and you're pretty sure that you're still asleep, but it's all so real and usually just this side of creepy that you're not entirely sure? I've been having them more and more lately. They tend to happen when I got back to sleep for an hour before work and I'm a little worried I forgot to set my alarm. Oddly restful, once you get over the fact that you slip in and out of sleep and spend much of the not quite dream paranoid. :p
and now I kick myself for not buying this CD earlier.
we're only just as happy as everyone seems to think we are
I worked my arse off at work. I should have known that I'd get put out on the floor as I'm usually at least slightly faster than most at the putting the totes up, but for some reason I didn't. I'm trying to work out how many totes we burned through. ...I give up. There was a group of them, four totes deep, four totes wide, and at least 7 totes high. I think perhaps even eight or nine high. Dunno. Plus the chocolate ones, which I did at least eight of, and then the ones up front... Yeah. Lotsa stuff to do. By the time I left, the two highest stacks were Hallween stuff [*dies of joy*] and cosmetics. Score. On the other hand, my ankle went out before my break and that's always annoying. By the end of the night, my other ankle hurt just as much and my back was killing me. Stupid work.
You ever have those dreams where you seem almost awake, kind of sluggishly trying to wake up, only you can't really open your eyes and you're pretty sure that you're still asleep, but it's all so real and usually just this side of creepy that you're not entirely sure? I've been having them more and more lately. They tend to happen when I got back to sleep for an hour before work and I'm a little worried I forgot to set my alarm. Oddly restful, once you get over the fact that you slip in and out of sleep and spend much of the not quite dream paranoid. :p
and now I kick myself for not buying this CD earlier.
we're only just as happy as everyone seems to think we are
