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So. I nearly ran screaming, literally, out of the store last night. I'm not sure what would have pushed me totally over the edge, but I do know that people on a serious high are really. fucking. annoying. To the point where I honestly thought of fucking around with someone's head just to see if my boss would believe me if I flat out lied after I told a customer to fucking go to hell [if said customer cared, I mean]. But I decided not to for some reason. I think I decided in this case I'd rather deck the asshole instead of wasting my breath on 'im. But I didn't. I did, however, have to resort to sending a text message to Cass in the hopes that she would answer... If she hadn't, I probably would have gotten fired.
...Sigh. I sort of wish we could be approaching a semi normal hour so that the stores would open, I could buy my bookcase, and then begin my mad frenzy to assemble it and clean my room. If only because I'd kind of like to not have to vault and twist and turn and spin just to walk through the door. *cough*
And it's oddly nice to know someone else other than me adores Andromeda & Bee. That shocked the hell out of me, honestly.
kay. I need to go clear a space for the bookcase of doom. Which involves lugging two very cat stained boxes down one flight of stairs, across the house, up another flight of stairs, and then arrange them artfully in this room. Then I think I have to go through a third box and see if it's as trashfilled as I suspect. then there's a basket of stuff I may or may not have to move. You know the most annoying thing about all that? None of it's my stuff. None.
But I bought cookies. Cookies!
So. I nearly ran screaming, literally, out of the store last night. I'm not sure what would have pushed me totally over the edge, but I do know that people on a serious high are really. fucking. annoying. To the point where I honestly thought of fucking around with someone's head just to see if my boss would believe me if I flat out lied after I told a customer to fucking go to hell [if said customer cared, I mean]. But I decided not to for some reason. I think I decided in this case I'd rather deck the asshole instead of wasting my breath on 'im. But I didn't. I did, however, have to resort to sending a text message to Cass in the hopes that she would answer... If she hadn't, I probably would have gotten fired.
...Sigh. I sort of wish we could be approaching a semi normal hour so that the stores would open, I could buy my bookcase, and then begin my mad frenzy to assemble it and clean my room. If only because I'd kind of like to not have to vault and twist and turn and spin just to walk through the door. *cough*
And it's oddly nice to know someone else other than me adores Andromeda & Bee. That shocked the hell out of me, honestly.
kay. I need to go clear a space for the bookcase of doom. Which involves lugging two very cat stained boxes down one flight of stairs, across the house, up another flight of stairs, and then arrange them artfully in this room. Then I think I have to go through a third box and see if it's as trashfilled as I suspect. then there's a basket of stuff I may or may not have to move. You know the most annoying thing about all that? None of it's my stuff. None.
But I bought cookies. Cookies!
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Date: 2005-06-26 08:32 pm (UTC)