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Jul. 26th, 2007 04:59 pmLalala. Guess who was only at work for an hour and a half last night? Ding-ding! If you guessed me, you'd be correct. Which is a bit of a shame seeing as the 11-7 shift is awesome. I can pretend I'm doing them a favor by appearing and the two hours of having to deal with the actual public are broken up so you just count down each hour on its own, so the night moves by soooooo quickly. Sigh. Alas, last night was wonky. I leave home a little early so I can be dropped off and have Mumsy bring my card back to me. As I'm getting out of the truck, I notice people are walking up to the door, stopping, and shaking their heads. Weird, the doors aren't opening, and I'm not running late at all, so it's not like the store should be closed. I tell mumsy to wait, which I don't think she hears because as I walk up to the door and see the "CLOSED" sign, I hear the truck drive off. I try to catch up to her, but I fail. I scowl and debate what to do. I peek in through the doors and don't see anyone near the front. Crap. If the pharmacy is closed too, then the whole place is down for the count, but I have no way of finding out without walking back there, and that I most definitely do not want to do. I spy people over in photo, so I knock on the door and wave. I don't think they see me, so I stand there, unsure of whom to kill. Seriously, guys, if you don't need me to come in, there's always the phone, y'know? They eventually notice me and let me in. I ask, "Dude, what the hell?" in a different sort of terms and they tell me that Pam got the 'fun' walk to the office. Holy crap, Pam? Quarter to ten, scary stuff. I talk to Pam when I notice she's still there, and she seems okay-ish. Better than I was when we first got robbed, but she could also fixate on the fact that one of the cops was a real asshole about it. "Why didn't you push the panic button? Why is this the only store that consistently gets robbed?" Why is it, jackass? Seriously, I passed like four cops last night who weren't doing a damn thing. Do your not a damn thing in our parking lot and maybe we wouldn't get robbed so much, mmkay?
Anyway, turns out the guy did pull a gun, but didn't get anything other than a ten dollar camera as his plan was foiled by someone IDing him. Ha! I hope they catch him. Soooo, everyone from second shift leaves and my manager comes out and says he doesn't want to be here, and I tell him that makes two of us. Seriously, it's more than a little creepy to be in a store right after it's been robbed and knowing that the idiot didn't get anything of interest makes me worry he'll come back, cuz if you're gonna go to jail, you should at least get more than a camera, right? I've been wandering the store facing half heartedly because I don't want to be near the door when I don't need to be, and because it gives me something to do. Sort of. Manager asks big manager if he can go home early, and big manager asks me if I want to go, too. Hell. Yes. No offense, but the idea of being there all night creeped me out.
So I call home and no one answers. I call my dad's cell and it forwards me to voice mail. WTF? I call home again and just as I'm about to try my brother, Mom answers. I tell her to come get me annnnnnd I wander round the store trying to keep an eye on the front so I know when I can leave and trying not to be too close to the door cuz of crazies and whatnot.
Naturally, when I came home, I had time to kill. I wasn't tired, I had no one to call and gossip with, so I watched some late night TV. Which sucked just as much as I remembered. Then I remembered I still have three of my Netflix movies, so I watched Ginger Snaps Back.
Which was weird. o_O Bits of it were scary as hell [hello, Wolfboy, you creep me out like nothing else], bits were funny, surreal, and it was a gorgeous movie. Thumbs up for doing a lot with what I gather [from the little bits of the commentary I watched] was a little. I suspect I'd enjoy it that much more if I'd seen the other two more recently, but still, good times. I do wonder what Emily Perkins looks like when she doesn't look like she's about to keel over from fright/nerves/annoyance at hellfire and brimstone reverends. However, the hunter was yummy and overall I say thee yay, GS3. Yay.
To turn my brain off after that, I cracked open The Harlequin and after about five pages, closed it again, rubbed my temples and wondered why, oh why, I inflict such pain upon myself. Masochist, duh. Thus far we've had all of one sex scene, which is actually really good, all things considered. I'm 188 pages in and only one sex scene? Unbelievable, given the state of Anita as of late. [Sadly, for a Merry book lately, this wouldn't be surprising.] Sure, we've talked it to death, there's been tons of painful info-dumping, and enough things to make my brain ache, while very little actual plot has happened, but damn near two hundred pages in with but one small sex scene? Fantastic.
Of course, we're treated to the painful realization that Nathaniel is annoying and the Anita/Nathaniel pairing makes me cry in unhappy ways as I don't like him except when he's being super wife to Anita. Dude, if the great Anita can't get her head around what you need, whiny long haired pretty boy, you need to find someone else who can, as Anita ain't gonna share you. Sure, you share her, but she can't share you. She admits as much for Richard and oh, anyone else, so really, you have no hope. It won't come to that, though I was always under the impression that lust can overcome so much, and if you can't do what someone NEEDS then maybe you two shouldn't be etching your initials in tree trunks. Micah is as dull as always, and Richard wins at life.
"I'm not having sex with anyone but Anita, and I don't have a problem with this," Micah said.
"No, of course you don't, because you're perfect."
In a right and just world, Micah would turn out to be a spy of some sort and Richard would kill him for being so damn annoying. Or Richard would be PMSing and kill Micah for stealing from Richard's issue box. Whichever.
The geekiest part of me is doing the happy dance that sometime soon [within the next few weeks] the September issues of various magazines will be coming out. I looooooove them. It's about the only time in the year where I won't say no to just about any fashion magazine that looks interesting. Huge and filled with ads and freebies and coupons and assorted goodness that makes me die a little happy death. Too bad they aren't rolling in now... Well, actually, it's probably for the best, considering I still have junk to pay off/buy. Woe is me.
Now to hunt down a drink and knock back something for the headache I've got so I can go to work and be sparkly and not "I hate you all, die now."
Anyway, turns out the guy did pull a gun, but didn't get anything other than a ten dollar camera as his plan was foiled by someone IDing him. Ha! I hope they catch him. Soooo, everyone from second shift leaves and my manager comes out and says he doesn't want to be here, and I tell him that makes two of us. Seriously, it's more than a little creepy to be in a store right after it's been robbed and knowing that the idiot didn't get anything of interest makes me worry he'll come back, cuz if you're gonna go to jail, you should at least get more than a camera, right? I've been wandering the store facing half heartedly because I don't want to be near the door when I don't need to be, and because it gives me something to do. Sort of. Manager asks big manager if he can go home early, and big manager asks me if I want to go, too. Hell. Yes. No offense, but the idea of being there all night creeped me out.
So I call home and no one answers. I call my dad's cell and it forwards me to voice mail. WTF? I call home again and just as I'm about to try my brother, Mom answers. I tell her to come get me annnnnnd I wander round the store trying to keep an eye on the front so I know when I can leave and trying not to be too close to the door cuz of crazies and whatnot.
Naturally, when I came home, I had time to kill. I wasn't tired, I had no one to call and gossip with, so I watched some late night TV. Which sucked just as much as I remembered. Then I remembered I still have three of my Netflix movies, so I watched Ginger Snaps Back.
Which was weird. o_O Bits of it were scary as hell [hello, Wolfboy, you creep me out like nothing else], bits were funny, surreal, and it was a gorgeous movie. Thumbs up for doing a lot with what I gather [from the little bits of the commentary I watched] was a little. I suspect I'd enjoy it that much more if I'd seen the other two more recently, but still, good times. I do wonder what Emily Perkins looks like when she doesn't look like she's about to keel over from fright/nerves/annoyance at hellfire and brimstone reverends. However, the hunter was yummy and overall I say thee yay, GS3. Yay.
To turn my brain off after that, I cracked open The Harlequin and after about five pages, closed it again, rubbed my temples and wondered why, oh why, I inflict such pain upon myself. Masochist, duh. Thus far we've had all of one sex scene, which is actually really good, all things considered. I'm 188 pages in and only one sex scene? Unbelievable, given the state of Anita as of late. [Sadly, for a Merry book lately, this wouldn't be surprising.] Sure, we've talked it to death, there's been tons of painful info-dumping, and enough things to make my brain ache, while very little actual plot has happened, but damn near two hundred pages in with but one small sex scene? Fantastic.
Of course, we're treated to the painful realization that Nathaniel is annoying and the Anita/Nathaniel pairing makes me cry in unhappy ways as I don't like him except when he's being super wife to Anita. Dude, if the great Anita can't get her head around what you need, whiny long haired pretty boy, you need to find someone else who can, as Anita ain't gonna share you. Sure, you share her, but she can't share you. She admits as much for Richard and oh, anyone else, so really, you have no hope. It won't come to that, though I was always under the impression that lust can overcome so much, and if you can't do what someone NEEDS then maybe you two shouldn't be etching your initials in tree trunks. Micah is as dull as always, and Richard wins at life.
"I'm not having sex with anyone but Anita, and I don't have a problem with this," Micah said.
"No, of course you don't, because you're perfect."
In a right and just world, Micah would turn out to be a spy of some sort and Richard would kill him for being so damn annoying. Or Richard would be PMSing and kill Micah for stealing from Richard's issue box. Whichever.
The geekiest part of me is doing the happy dance that sometime soon [within the next few weeks] the September issues of various magazines will be coming out. I looooooove them. It's about the only time in the year where I won't say no to just about any fashion magazine that looks interesting. Huge and filled with ads and freebies and coupons and assorted goodness that makes me die a little happy death. Too bad they aren't rolling in now... Well, actually, it's probably for the best, considering I still have junk to pay off/buy. Woe is me.
Now to hunt down a drink and knock back something for the headache I've got so I can go to work and be sparkly and not "I hate you all, die now."
