I hate idiots

The problem with living here is that people do not respect the need for a shower. The hot water runs out fastest in my bathroom and yet everyone else cuts in front of me when it comes time to use said water. The water pressure also dies fastest in mine, so naturally everyone decides they'll do their laundry or just randomly blast water.

I'm dead tired, cranky as hell, and in desperate need of a shower and I have to wait another hour before that's even a slight possibility.

So. I'm wondering if I'm coming down with something because usually I'm not this tired so frequently. This is the third day in a row I've been ready to collapse within minutes of walking through the door.

Huh. That reminds me. If you had the joy of being in a Walgreens yesterday a little before 7am, you probably had the same joy I did: the theme song from The Never Ending Story. I hope it blew your mind, too, cuz mine went kerfluey!

And that takes us to this little reminder: Morning people. If you announce to someone halfway across the store that you are in a hurry, and that someone happens to be me, my natural inclination is to slooooooooowwwwwww down. Especially since I wasn't running the register at the time. Which is why you didn't see me by the register. DUH.

Also, when you ask me a question and I give you an answer and then you come back, huffy, and say, "Do you even know what I'm talking about?" I cannot be held responsible for my actions because I'll want to say, "No, but that's because I'm not fluent in crazy bitch. Could you repeat that in English, skankface?" Really. Just drop the "even" from your inquiry and we're cool. The even implies I'm a fucking moron, and if I'm that much of a moron, you really shouldn't be handing me your credit card two seconds later, along with your billing zipcode. I'm just sayin'...

[My sympathy levels for smokers in the morning who shriek they're in a hurry is at an all time low. Fuck off and die. And yeah, I think I know what a mouse trap that's sticky is. We used to carry them. Apparently no one wanted sticky mice. They wanted the old fashioned traps or poison. So sorry I don't keep track of every single way to kill your vermin problem.]

See? I told you I was cranky.

Bother. Cold shower it'll just have to be because I'm too tired and cranky for this.

i can't make you stay

I wonder if there will ever come a day when I will be able to hear the Everclear albums I own or have acquired over the years and not have flashbacks or feel like someone kicked me. And yet do I stop listening? Only briefly. It's only three albums. I can suck it up when they randomly appear, ja? Except it's the easiest way to be right back there, even if there isn't necessarily a place I'd like to be. And I still think this lyric is all together too sweetly pretty considering the source:

there has never been a time when I didn't want to know your name

In other news, before I pass out [had to wait out the damp hair. Soaking is bad for bed, but damp won't kill me]: the other day this guy, who will simply be 'this guy,' came into the store and kept smiling at me in a way that on anyone else would have probably been creepy, but on him was definitely endearing. The fact that he came back inside while the other guy he was with was checking out made me grin for the rest of the night. Luckily that was near the end of my shift as I'm unaccustomed to smiling that much and too much more and the pain would've kicked in.