oh, Fosters, I miss you so
Oct. 15th, 2008 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI'm cold. And hungry. And I don't know what the heck is up with my hair. It's blah.
In various things of not really, but I'll pretend importance, yesterday I baked cookies. Yummy, yummy cookies. I didn't mix them up or anything. Instead, Mumsy left me alone with cookie dough and the "don't set them on fire" portion of cookie making. Admittedly this isn't as dangerous as leaving me with brownie batter. Mmmmmm. Brownies. But it's still a fairly dangerous thing to do. But she didn't want to do all of the cookie making, and I hate using the mixer because it's loud and it hurts my ears. I miss my Bear-cat, who felt the same way I do about mixers, vacuums, and anything else that makes things go easier but is too loud about it. He used to cover his itty bitty ears and glare at you until the noise stopped. Oh, Bear-cat. I miss you.
There's apparently a new girl at work who will be working a strange split time. Hey, whatever works for them. I... don't understand why I'm still coming in at 11 next week if she'll already be there, though. o_O Ah well, an extra hour of sleep.
Two more nights of work and then it's vacation time. Yay! And where will I be going this time? No where. My ass is staying home. I'm going to watch horrible movies, I'm going to play with my toys, read my books, and bug the hell out of everyone I can. And wish Ari a happy birthday. I'm seriously considering buying her a really cute gift bag and just putting her gift card in there, and when she looks at me like I'm crazy, pointing out that this way when she buys her gift, she'll have something cute to put it in.
So very, very tempting.
Back to work. I'm a little worried that if the new girl pans out [and the odds are against her, not only for the night shift but for the store in general] they'll be canning one of us. If I were really cocky, I'd say I wouldn't worry about me, but I'm not. Cocky. And mostly not worried, I guess. I am a little worried about someone else though. Mustn't say it for fear of the jinx and all, though.
Need. Food.
In various things of not really, but I'll pretend importance, yesterday I baked cookies. Yummy, yummy cookies. I didn't mix them up or anything. Instead, Mumsy left me alone with cookie dough and the "don't set them on fire" portion of cookie making. Admittedly this isn't as dangerous as leaving me with brownie batter. Mmmmmm. Brownies. But it's still a fairly dangerous thing to do. But she didn't want to do all of the cookie making, and I hate using the mixer because it's loud and it hurts my ears. I miss my Bear-cat, who felt the same way I do about mixers, vacuums, and anything else that makes things go easier but is too loud about it. He used to cover his itty bitty ears and glare at you until the noise stopped. Oh, Bear-cat. I miss you.
There's apparently a new girl at work who will be working a strange split time. Hey, whatever works for them. I... don't understand why I'm still coming in at 11 next week if she'll already be there, though. o_O Ah well, an extra hour of sleep.
Two more nights of work and then it's vacation time. Yay! And where will I be going this time? No where. My ass is staying home. I'm going to watch horrible movies, I'm going to play with my toys, read my books, and bug the hell out of everyone I can. And wish Ari a happy birthday. I'm seriously considering buying her a really cute gift bag and just putting her gift card in there, and when she looks at me like I'm crazy, pointing out that this way when she buys her gift, she'll have something cute to put it in.
So very, very tempting.
Back to work. I'm a little worried that if the new girl pans out [and the odds are against her, not only for the night shift but for the store in general] they'll be canning one of us. If I were really cocky, I'd say I wouldn't worry about me, but I'm not. Cocky. And mostly not worried, I guess. I am a little worried about someone else though. Mustn't say it for fear of the jinx and all, though.
Need. Food.