I ramble, don't I?

I think my hormones are out of whack. I say this because I went from being a little grumpy and hungry to being on the verge of tears and I don't know why. WHY. Well, I know it happened when I realized that ohmyglob, everyone is hanging out without me while I was, I dunno, at work. Fuck you, people on Facebook being all "teehee, at the mall which sucks!" and "beach time!" and I'm at work where the following happened:

Less than five minutes after walking in the door, I see a line at register one so I hop on reg 2 where the second person I ring up is threatening to kick someone else's ass. Loudly. To the point that later a child and his sister came up and he was traumatized by the language this dipshit was throwing around. An hour after that another damn near fight breaks out when I'm ringing up a regular, who is chatting (as regulars do) and we realize she's forgotten to use her coupon. The woman behind her, who has been in line for maybe a minute and a half and I'm being generous here, sighs like THE WORLD IS ENDING. The world's biggest sigh. To which I immedately call J to ring her up on reg 2 because I know NOTHING GOOD will come of this sigh.

Sure enough this happens:
Regular: What's the matter? (she's not being rude at this point.)
Our Lady of Perpetual Sighs: I've been waiting here forever. Waiting here, behind you, for a long time.
Regular: Really? Behind me? No, I don't think so.
Sighs: Yes, yes really. You're taking too long.
Regular: This is business. I was asking a question. She's who I'm supposed to be asking. You haven't been waiting that long.
J: I can-
Sighs: I have! You're just chitchatting away and some of us-
J: I CAN-
Regular: You can just go over there and shut up.
Me: Ohjesus.

It got worse from there. I just don't understand the level of rudeness people feel entitled to dish out. The woman who sighed was clearly not waiting that long and when it became apparent that this was going to be more than a slightly longer than "what cigs can I get for you, that'll be, have a nice day" thing, I called for someone else but she was too busy defending her right to be a right royal bitch to, I dunno, move her ass over and get her cancer sticks.

Meanwhile it took forever and a bloody day to fix the coupon problem (goddammit, American Spirits, code your fucking coupons properly!) and I had to run over to cosmetics to ring another lady up, but she's one of my favorites because you can tell this woman works her arse off but she is the sweetest lady. I swear, one of these days I'm going to have some extra money and buy her a giftcard and just say, "no, ma'am, I've got this one. You just keep this card and use it up, maybe buy yourself something totally unnecessary if you'd like."

Oddly, I feel better now. I'd forgotten the slight amusement in the fight. What I neglected to mention was our new security guard was there for the almost catfight and he... did nothing. *head tilt* Nothing.

Ah well.

luxken27 is a terrible influence on me. I have developed a terrible nail polish habit since she started her (mostly) weekly polish updates. Which is a step up, I think, from my terrible mascara buying addiction. At least I wear my nail polish. o_O
  A few weeks ago I had to cut/rip/accept that my nails were dying, so I quit painting them for awhile. They'd gotten to that point where they were peeling and it was just ick, so I'd like to say I cut them down to a short length and let them be, but I really bit most of them or snagged them on something. I know. I KNOW. The point is, they're now really short (except my pinkie on my left hand which is about to be properly cut down) and not cutely short, either.

   Thing is, I saw this Revlon display a week or two ago. I think it's one of their summer displays? Haute Tropics is apparently its cutesy little name. Whatever the case may be, there is a fangtastic seafomy/mint green in the group and I fell in love. IN LOVE. But my phone was all "this product does not exist on the internet, what are you talking about?" so I was forced to decide whether to buy it and risk it or not. I did, and immediately the universe said "HERE IT IS!" Bastards.

It's been about two weeks since I bought it, and the display is so ransacked that all we have left is Cabana Queen (both bottles), Plunge Pool (both), and one bottle (I think) of Hello, Bali. Someone snagged the other bottle of Coast is Clear immediately after I did, which is a shame for anyone who came through my line and loved my nails. A shame.


I love this color. This is a week later, through truck night (which chipped my right index finger) and everything else. Woo?

I'm wondering how it would look with the gold polish I bought last week. This is a sickness, I tell you. But I'm getting better. I just have to actually compile my polishes into one area and I'll be okay.

Now, I'm off to wait for my damn pizza (why is it that every time I order from this one place, it's always an exceptionally long wait? ALWAYS.) and clean up a bit, possibly also take pictures of my MH fiends as promised.

So many plans, so little urge to do anything other than read.