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impy...I'm surrounded by people with Swiss cheese for memories. I'd say for brains, only they aren't idiots. Though for all I know, Swiss cheese is highly intelligent... for cheese, anyway. No, the point is that someone will tell me story A sunday. Two days later, they will tell me the exact same story. It's one thing if a month or more has passed. But less than 48 hours? Meh. It's kind of insulting when someone can't remember if they've bored you recently with the same story. It'd be one thing if they expanded on the original telling, but they don't.
I'm exhausted. It's all very odd as I did sleep and didn't have too many nightmares. In fact, until I said that, I could remember the dreams fairly well. Hmm.
It's Halloween and I should be thrilled. Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday of the year. Yet for the past couple of years I've been unable to manage to work up any excitement at all. I could just as easily curl up and sleep the day and night away. This is wrong. WRONG. I wait all friggin' year for this stupid day and now that it's here, all I want to do is call in dead to work and pass out.
Uncool.
It also appears I have the memory of swiss cheese as I cannot recall if I bitched about getting screwed for the holidays. Which is no big surprise, it's just annoying. Not set in stone either, but it still makes me wish I had a backup plan.
See, a week or so ago, the holiday sign up sheets went up at work. Only they didn't include the usual spot for third shift. So Kathleen finally asks "wtf" annnnnd we're told to tell assistant manager #2 which holidays we'd like off/wouldn't mind working/whatever. In the interest of not being a giant bitch, I asked if there was a specific holiday Kathleen didn't want to work. She said no, she didn't really care all that much. I then asked if she'd worked Christmas Eve my first year here because I didn't remember, and she said no, she hadn't. So I then pointed out that I'd probably be begging to skip this year's Christmas Eve because I'd worked the last two and the previous year kicked. my. ass.
Also, while I'm not big on Christmas as a general rule, I do like Christmas Eve.
I know she heard me because she made some comment that wasn't, "over my dead body!" or anything along those lines.
The next night I come in and we end up discussing the holidays again and Kathleen asks if I put in for my holidays yet. I say no, and she has this look I think I've seen on my cat's face. So I ask, dread mounting, if she did. Yes! She put in for Christmas Eve off!
I damn near choked her. As it was, my jaw clenched and I worked extremely hard not to have my eyes bug out in shock. What. The. Fuck? To avoid killing her, I said, "I hate you so much right now," to which I'm sure she thought I was kidding, turned, and walked away.
I probably should have said something, only I was seeing red at that point and I couldn't master anything beyond "Y...I...Are...Aaaarrgggh!" Only I think that was a bit more articulate than I could have managed.
Now, I could go and ask for the day off anyway, and if he says her request came in first, point out that I worked the last two, and it would be infinitely easier on his schedule making needs as it would be a day I normally have off anyway.
I'm just not sure.
Another thing that's fun? Discussing with your boyfriend the fact that, just like you thought, he wants a gazillion kids. Me? While I finally caved on the whole desire to be married thing, I've remained remarkably firm on the whole "no fucking way" kids stance. I don't really think the agony you go through to deliver them is worth it, I don't particularly want to have a little version of me running around, all screwed up and depressed all the time. I don't want to risk scarring some little person for life simply because I was in a funk for years. So while I'm not trying to plot forever and ever, amen, I don't really want to see the giant flaming expiration date on any relationship.
*yawn*
I've no words for the love. None. Well, actually, I do, but I don't feel like waxing poetic.
I'm exhausted. It's all very odd as I did sleep and didn't have too many nightmares. In fact, until I said that, I could remember the dreams fairly well. Hmm.
It's Halloween and I should be thrilled. Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday of the year. Yet for the past couple of years I've been unable to manage to work up any excitement at all. I could just as easily curl up and sleep the day and night away. This is wrong. WRONG. I wait all friggin' year for this stupid day and now that it's here, all I want to do is call in dead to work and pass out.
Uncool.
It also appears I have the memory of swiss cheese as I cannot recall if I bitched about getting screwed for the holidays. Which is no big surprise, it's just annoying. Not set in stone either, but it still makes me wish I had a backup plan.
See, a week or so ago, the holiday sign up sheets went up at work. Only they didn't include the usual spot for third shift. So Kathleen finally asks "wtf" annnnnd we're told to tell assistant manager #2 which holidays we'd like off/wouldn't mind working/whatever. In the interest of not being a giant bitch, I asked if there was a specific holiday Kathleen didn't want to work. She said no, she didn't really care all that much. I then asked if she'd worked Christmas Eve my first year here because I didn't remember, and she said no, she hadn't. So I then pointed out that I'd probably be begging to skip this year's Christmas Eve because I'd worked the last two and the previous year kicked. my. ass.
Also, while I'm not big on Christmas as a general rule, I do like Christmas Eve.
I know she heard me because she made some comment that wasn't, "over my dead body!" or anything along those lines.
The next night I come in and we end up discussing the holidays again and Kathleen asks if I put in for my holidays yet. I say no, and she has this look I think I've seen on my cat's face. So I ask, dread mounting, if she did. Yes! She put in for Christmas Eve off!
I damn near choked her. As it was, my jaw clenched and I worked extremely hard not to have my eyes bug out in shock. What. The. Fuck? To avoid killing her, I said, "I hate you so much right now," to which I'm sure she thought I was kidding, turned, and walked away.
I probably should have said something, only I was seeing red at that point and I couldn't master anything beyond "Y...I...Are...Aaaarrgggh!" Only I think that was a bit more articulate than I could have managed.
Now, I could go and ask for the day off anyway, and if he says her request came in first, point out that I worked the last two, and it would be infinitely easier on his schedule making needs as it would be a day I normally have off anyway.
I'm just not sure.
Another thing that's fun? Discussing with your boyfriend the fact that, just like you thought, he wants a gazillion kids. Me? While I finally caved on the whole desire to be married thing, I've remained remarkably firm on the whole "no fucking way" kids stance. I don't really think the agony you go through to deliver them is worth it, I don't particularly want to have a little version of me running around, all screwed up and depressed all the time. I don't want to risk scarring some little person for life simply because I was in a funk for years. So while I'm not trying to plot forever and ever, amen, I don't really want to see the giant flaming expiration date on any relationship.
*yawn*
I've no words for the love. None. Well, actually, I do, but I don't feel like waxing poetic.
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Date: 2006-10-31 05:42 pm (UTC)is the goddess on the right a new pullip release? if so, where do I click to buy? :)
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Date: 2006-10-31 07:52 pm (UTC)Also, when did you get a boyfriend? Funny story. A week or two ago at the photo lab, one lady was using a kiosk while screaming at her kids every 3 seconds. A younger, probably 20 year old girl came and did her pictures on the other kiosk. She put her order through and before she walked away, she leaned over to the lady at the other kiosk and said, "Thanks, that was all the contraceptive I could ever need!" and just walked away as the lady was preaching, "They're not usually this bad! They really are a blessing!" Holy shit, I almost died laughing.