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Oct. 5th, 2007 10:21 am( Banned and banished or something )
In Pullip Fab news, I managed to get 21/29 correct. I'm particularly sad about the ones I got wrong [in that I said yes, and they said no], so I demand that they do tell alls of the bitchiness backstage. You can't have that many Pullips around without a little drama. ;)
Work was rude. I went to take my break with a bag of drinks I thought I'd try over the rest of the week. [bad, bad idea. BAD.] I get to the breakroom and go to reach for my boxes of cereal and they aren't there. In fact, a lot of stuff isn't there. There's a huge note on the fridge that says anything that doesn't have a receipt or management approval will be thrown out, clean up after yourselves, blah, blah, blah. Will be thrown out, not... was. You're supposed to give me warning, damn it. So I had to go back out, slice into my break time, and spend another $6 buying stuff I'd already bought before, because someone didn't look hard enough for the receipt in my bag, damn it! I was so not happy, I could have killed someone. I'm mostly over it now, as they've always said must have receipt or sticker or it could die a horrible death, but still... No fun. :( And I just bought them the other day.
If you're local and want a job, Cass got herself hired as manager at the Calender Club in Northwoods. Her only requirement is that you not be this crazy girl she knows and doesn't like. I figure this means it's fair game.
Kay, I'm off to dork out elsewhere.
In Pullip Fab news, I managed to get 21/29 correct. I'm particularly sad about the ones I got wrong [in that I said yes, and they said no], so I demand that they do tell alls of the bitchiness backstage. You can't have that many Pullips around without a little drama. ;)
Work was rude. I went to take my break with a bag of drinks I thought I'd try over the rest of the week. [bad, bad idea. BAD.] I get to the breakroom and go to reach for my boxes of cereal and they aren't there. In fact, a lot of stuff isn't there. There's a huge note on the fridge that says anything that doesn't have a receipt or management approval will be thrown out, clean up after yourselves, blah, blah, blah. Will be thrown out, not... was. You're supposed to give me warning, damn it. So I had to go back out, slice into my break time, and spend another $6 buying stuff I'd already bought before, because someone didn't look hard enough for the receipt in my bag, damn it! I was so not happy, I could have killed someone. I'm mostly over it now, as they've always said must have receipt or sticker or it could die a horrible death, but still... No fun. :( And I just bought them the other day.
If you're local and want a job, Cass got herself hired as manager at the Calender Club in Northwoods. Her only requirement is that you not be this crazy girl she knows and doesn't like. I figure this means it's fair game.
Kay, I'm off to dork out elsewhere.