December 06, 2001 - 8:37 P.M.
Hello old Diaryfriend. Not much to say, nothing to tell really about today. I slept in most of the day and went in to work at about 4 in the evening, I only worked for three hours to begin with but they sent me home early so I only made six dollars working today. All I did was mop the floor and be bored a lot. They have a bunch of new people who piss me off. I know the other people had patience with me doing things wrong when I was new but I find I have no patience with these newbies. When they do stuff wrong it makes me mad and then I want to kill them or yell at them. I don't know why. Perhaps because now that I know my job and can do it in an easy streamlined efficient manner, inefficencies on their part effect my job as well and I try to take some pride in doing a quick, efficient job. Drive Thru for instance has a certain ebb and flow to it. They hand me the food, I take care of drinks and hand the drinks and food out to the customers and tell them to, "Have a great day." "Have a good day" or "YOU have a great day." I like asserting power over the customer by commanding them to have a great day.
I was mopping today and wiggling my butt cutely as I washed the tables and standing around looking bored and like perhaps I should be doing something better with my time. I get a free employee meal everyday and today I bought something for my malnourished, intellectually and nurtritionally impoverished family. The newbie girl at the counter gave me some flap about it and expected me to pay for it. She said, "That'll be 9.50." I said "No, it's free. Employee meal. ALISON! (the manager on duty) and Alison came over and I started arguing (not meaning to sound pissed off but certainly feeling rather pissed off) I did my best 'annoyed customer' voice and said, "Alison, I *thought* employee meals were free." "They are." said Alison and rolled her eyes at me like I was annoying which I was being annoying I suppose. Oh well. The newness of the new people make me uncomfortable. I'm glad they're there though. They'll be taking over for me when I quit my job a week before the end of this month. I'm quitting because in January I'll be moving to Lexington Kentucky to go to college.
Even in this horrible place my room smells good like me. It smells like raspberries, candles, stationary, and the unmistakeable scent of Della - a combination of vanilla brushed hair and girlskin. I like to scent my belongings like a beast marking territory but my scent gland is in a bottle marked "Oriental Vanilla" and I'm not so beastial as to spray other's territory. My room smells like insomnia and computer. mmmm. Love my smell!
We had to take my sister, Laddie, to the emergency room tonight. She got a chemical burn. The strange thing is that while the nurse cleaned it with this steralizing stuff it spread to the other side of her arm. Cleaning it made it spread. Shiver. Creepy. She got the burn cleaning out my mom's nasty basement and mixing chemicals you should not mix let alone get close to your skin. The fumes must have affected her judgement. Mom has an excuse because she always has poor judgement but Laddie needs to go with the fumes excuse on this one. The doctor gave her pills to take away the pain so she'll be ok. He said if it didn't get better in a few days to come back.
I've been spending money making up "care packages". My handy care packages include soaps, good smelling bath products, chocolate and sometimes a snuggly stuffed animal. I enjoy making them very much for the people I love who are far away from me. I send one to Laura with a cute teddy bear that says "Noel" in it. Very snuggly. All you need to feel good is a nice bath, some chocolate and a snuggly object. I will send one to Auriel but I not saying what I put in it because he will read this diary and it will not be a surprise anymore. Auriel thinks he is not getting a care package this year because I am much poorer but he is, neener neener!
My cat loves to jump up on my lap, claws extended and then sink them into my soft flesh like I am a tree to climb. This usually ends up in my screaming Ouch and pushing him out of my lap in an annoyed fashion. Someday he'll learn that isn't how to get my attentions if indeed that affect wasn't what he was aiming for.
Tomorrow I have to wake up at 10 and I work until 7. It is going to be a very long, annoying day, too. I can just feel it. I have to go to bed way early tonight, tomorrow I have to call Doug Idiothouse trying to find the exact date they will tell me I'm accepted into the class, and into the dorms. That is marked up on my 'to do' list.
Long stupid day ahead of me tomorrow so I'll call it a night early. Flutter flittery kisses.
