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Jan. 28th, 2019 01:40 pmFriday night, my manager warns me that odds are good she won't be there Saturday and that our Store Manager will be because her sister is sick. So instead of snoozing through my first alarm, I pop right out of bed and I am freakin' early when I hit the car. Not super early, but enough that I won't have to worry if we hit one of those lights that won't freakin' turn until you sacrifice the idiot in the next car over.
Mums and I roll out and by the time we hit our first speed hump I'm asking, "why's the car sound so weird?" I get out and walk around the car and on the last tire I see it's flat as a freakin' pancake. Are. You. KIDDING. ME. The one night I need to be early we have a flat?
So I call work and tell the guy I've never even met that hi, I'll be late, and I'm not normally a flake, sorry!
Mom calls USAA and I head up to snooze for another hour (that's how long they said it would be). I didn't snooze all that well but work was definitely interesting. Pretty dead so now the SM is positive that poor K doesn't do anything and doesn't have any reason not to finish her stuff but I did try to point out that this is not a typical night. Not even a typical January night. It would have been perfect to do tagapalooza (since it was, in fact, Tag-A-Palooza) but either the tags weren't printed or he just didn't want me to do them? I'm not sure. Would've been the perfect night to finish the cos wall but neither of us are fluent in that kind of crazy. Perfect night for anything other than just filling and checking outdates but there we were. Alas.
Widget calls yesterday morning for some reason and I offer to let him come over, pack his stuff, and wait for his mom to pick him up from here and not his friend's house. Guess whose mother hasn't shown up yet? Yeaaaaaah. And Mom went to get Widget yesterday, but before she did I noticed the spare looked a little less than full. But I chalked that up to me having no real proper frame of reference. Today when she went to get my brother, it was flat. USAA just came by to inflate it... and we called hours ago. o_O Same guy from the other night even.
Sigh. Also, the reason I took pity on Widget was because he sounded awful and he had a cold. I told him to stay in his room... so naturally every time I come downstairs, he's down here, either hanging out on the couch or in the kitchen. I spent fifteen minutes wiping down EVERYTHING because I cannot catch a cold and as soon as I was done, he reappeared and proceeded to touch just about everything all over again. I nearly cried. He was here all day yesterday and the tree is still not put away.
I hate his mother so much. SO. FUCKING. MUCH.
In more "I hate it" news, my January Sephora box came. It is perhaps the worst box I've ever recieved from any beauty box company, and I've had some doozies. Who in the hell would want Mushroom Golden Latte mix in their beauty box? I gag just thinking about it. Even Mom looked like she was gonna be ill at the thought.
Mums and I roll out and by the time we hit our first speed hump I'm asking, "why's the car sound so weird?" I get out and walk around the car and on the last tire I see it's flat as a freakin' pancake. Are. You. KIDDING. ME. The one night I need to be early we have a flat?
So I call work and tell the guy I've never even met that hi, I'll be late, and I'm not normally a flake, sorry!
Mom calls USAA and I head up to snooze for another hour (that's how long they said it would be). I didn't snooze all that well but work was definitely interesting. Pretty dead so now the SM is positive that poor K doesn't do anything and doesn't have any reason not to finish her stuff but I did try to point out that this is not a typical night. Not even a typical January night. It would have been perfect to do tagapalooza (since it was, in fact, Tag-A-Palooza) but either the tags weren't printed or he just didn't want me to do them? I'm not sure. Would've been the perfect night to finish the cos wall but neither of us are fluent in that kind of crazy. Perfect night for anything other than just filling and checking outdates but there we were. Alas.
Widget calls yesterday morning for some reason and I offer to let him come over, pack his stuff, and wait for his mom to pick him up from here and not his friend's house. Guess whose mother hasn't shown up yet? Yeaaaaaah. And Mom went to get Widget yesterday, but before she did I noticed the spare looked a little less than full. But I chalked that up to me having no real proper frame of reference. Today when she went to get my brother, it was flat. USAA just came by to inflate it... and we called hours ago. o_O Same guy from the other night even.
Sigh. Also, the reason I took pity on Widget was because he sounded awful and he had a cold. I told him to stay in his room... so naturally every time I come downstairs, he's down here, either hanging out on the couch or in the kitchen. I spent fifteen minutes wiping down EVERYTHING because I cannot catch a cold and as soon as I was done, he reappeared and proceeded to touch just about everything all over again. I nearly cried. He was here all day yesterday and the tree is still not put away.
I hate his mother so much. SO. FUCKING. MUCH.
In more "I hate it" news, my January Sephora box came. It is perhaps the worst box I've ever recieved from any beauty box company, and I've had some doozies. Who in the hell would want Mushroom Golden Latte mix in their beauty box? I gag just thinking about it. Even Mom looked like she was gonna be ill at the thought.