Tuesday, February 9, 2016
BEWARE OF MY FACE (2/2016 Blog Update)
YESTERDAY I MADE OF VIDEO OF ME GIVING LAME EXCUSES OF WHY I GAVEN'T BEEN POSTING SHIT CUZ EVERY TIME I TRIED TO WRITE IT OUT IN PARAGRAPH FORM IT KEPT COMING OUT RIDICULOUSLY DEPRESSING SO HERE YOU GO HERE'S AN UPDATE.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Oh, Bother. (or, Al's First World Problems)
Wow, it's been a while.
So my mom has a sinus infection and decided that she's gonna stay home from work for three days, so after her and I took a break from work and homework to go vote, we went to Burger King to grab some lunch. The drive-thru line was ridiculously long and moving ridiculously slow, so I went inside to order the food. While I was paying for it, this old guy came up right next to me, like invading my personal bubble to the point where he was breathing down my neck, and asked me if I was gonna pay for his food, too. The cashier and I looked at each other like "what the fuck", and I told him no, since it was my mom's money and that she expected the change back (like she does every time she gives me cash no matter what it's for). So then the dude goes "okay, I'll accept that excuse" and walks away.
So that freak event bothered me, you know? First I have people running up to me and telling me who to vote for before I'm even in the building, and then some old fart has to invade my personal space while I'm trying to pay for my fucking Burger King, which made me have flashbacks to the time I had to tell an old guy I was ringing out that I was a lesbian so he would stop flirting with me, which made me realize that, wow, that was a whole fucking year ago and it still bothers me.
So with that thought, I started thinking of things that happened in the past that still bothers me to this day. Like some of this shit goes back, like, up to fourteen years. FOURTEEN YEARS.
I've decided that I'm gonna list them out since I haven't posted anything on the piece of shit for a while so HERE WE GO:
So I've come to the conclusion that first grade was when I started really hating school. My first grade teacher was probably the nastiest teacher I've ever had. She flat-out refused to call me "Alli" to the point where she yelled at me when I wrote it on one of my papers instead of "Allison". She went through my desk in front of the whole class. She made me stay after school to clean out my desk, and what still pisses me off to this day is that she wouldn't let me go outside and tell my dad I had to stay, or let me go to the office so one of the secretaries could tell my dad I had to stay, so my dad was the last parent standing in the parking lot panicking 'cause he didn't see me leave the school (my dad wasn't a big fan of her either, and even wrote her a letter voicing his displeasure of how she treated me that year). She wouldn't let me and J near each other - like we weren't even allowed to stand in line next to each other - and she made the lunch moms make sure we didn't sit next to each other at lunch. Like I could probably write a book about how much I hated my overall elementary school experience, but first grade was the worst.
Third grade was pretty horrid, too, but definitely not as horrid as first. We had to take these "minute math" quizzes, which were absolutely horrible since I suck at math, and then we had to pass them to another student for them to grade. In fact, we had to do that a lot when I was in elementary school. Why would I want another student to know how horrible I did on a test? Thankfully, my classmates had enough respect to not discuss anyone else's grades with each other, but still holy shit it was so embarrassing.
So one Sunday at work, I was opening at the movie counter, and about 20 minutes toward the end of my shift, this guy comes up to my register. He was obviously a little on the slow side, so I tried to be as patient as possible. He proceeded to ask me how often a married couple should do the deed. SUPER inappropriate thing to ask your cashier. Thankfully, a lady was walking by and saw what was going on, so she came over to the counter to purchase her stuff. He then walked away.
SO cut to a few months later. I'm working the afternoon shift up front and I go back to the movie counter to cover someone's lunch break and BAM, there's Hanky Panky Dude talking to the cashier. She ended the conversation and left for her lunch, so I thought the dude would walk away. NOPE. He started a conversation with me. He showed me some shit on his phone that he recorded from the TV and asked me about my cats. He started asking about my porn preferences, whether I'd prefer seeing 2 guys or 2 girls make out, told me how he wants to divorce his wife because she refuses to fuck him, and repeatedly asked if I wanted his number or if I found him attractive. I pulled my emergency "I'm a lesbian" card, since that works 90% of the time since most of the creepy old guys that flirt with me at work are homophobic asshats, and that completely backfired, 'cause then he asked me if I would make out with his wife while he watched.
My friend at the deli was watching the whole thing go down and was two seconds away from calling security, but then the other cashier came back and I was able to go back up front. I told the cashiers up front what the dude said to me, to which they replied that he was "harmless" and that he's a regular customer. Like. No. That was not harmless. That was the second time I had to deal with inappropriate questions from that guy. Next time he won't be so lucky.
I've had to deal with a lot of racist asshats at work, too. Over the summer, I had a lady come to my register right before we closed. She complained to me about the carnival that was being held at my elementary school, and how she had to leave it earlier than she planned. I asked if there were too many people and she responded that there were too many black people. There was another lady a few weeks later that told me "they don't know how to say 'excuse me' right" after the black lady before here said "excuse me" while she moved her cart to walk out the door.
Just...stop. Stop it.
There's so much more. If I didn't have to go to work in a bit I'd write more examples. Just...holy shit can I hold a grudge. That's probably not healthy at all. And I know there are people that have had it worse but wow does this shit piss me off.
16 days until Disney World Al you can do this.
So my mom has a sinus infection and decided that she's gonna stay home from work for three days, so after her and I took a break from work and homework to go vote, we went to Burger King to grab some lunch. The drive-thru line was ridiculously long and moving ridiculously slow, so I went inside to order the food. While I was paying for it, this old guy came up right next to me, like invading my personal bubble to the point where he was breathing down my neck, and asked me if I was gonna pay for his food, too. The cashier and I looked at each other like "what the fuck", and I told him no, since it was my mom's money and that she expected the change back (like she does every time she gives me cash no matter what it's for). So then the dude goes "okay, I'll accept that excuse" and walks away.
So that freak event bothered me, you know? First I have people running up to me and telling me who to vote for before I'm even in the building, and then some old fart has to invade my personal space while I'm trying to pay for my fucking Burger King, which made me have flashbacks to the time I had to tell an old guy I was ringing out that I was a lesbian so he would stop flirting with me, which made me realize that, wow, that was a whole fucking year ago and it still bothers me.
So with that thought, I started thinking of things that happened in the past that still bothers me to this day. Like some of this shit goes back, like, up to fourteen years. FOURTEEN YEARS.
I've decided that I'm gonna list them out since I haven't posted anything on the piece of shit for a while so HERE WE GO:
So I've come to the conclusion that first grade was when I started really hating school. My first grade teacher was probably the nastiest teacher I've ever had. She flat-out refused to call me "Alli" to the point where she yelled at me when I wrote it on one of my papers instead of "Allison". She went through my desk in front of the whole class. She made me stay after school to clean out my desk, and what still pisses me off to this day is that she wouldn't let me go outside and tell my dad I had to stay, or let me go to the office so one of the secretaries could tell my dad I had to stay, so my dad was the last parent standing in the parking lot panicking 'cause he didn't see me leave the school (my dad wasn't a big fan of her either, and even wrote her a letter voicing his displeasure of how she treated me that year). She wouldn't let me and J near each other - like we weren't even allowed to stand in line next to each other - and she made the lunch moms make sure we didn't sit next to each other at lunch. Like I could probably write a book about how much I hated my overall elementary school experience, but first grade was the worst.
Third grade was pretty horrid, too, but definitely not as horrid as first. We had to take these "minute math" quizzes, which were absolutely horrible since I suck at math, and then we had to pass them to another student for them to grade. In fact, we had to do that a lot when I was in elementary school. Why would I want another student to know how horrible I did on a test? Thankfully, my classmates had enough respect to not discuss anyone else's grades with each other, but still holy shit it was so embarrassing.
So one Sunday at work, I was opening at the movie counter, and about 20 minutes toward the end of my shift, this guy comes up to my register. He was obviously a little on the slow side, so I tried to be as patient as possible. He proceeded to ask me how often a married couple should do the deed. SUPER inappropriate thing to ask your cashier. Thankfully, a lady was walking by and saw what was going on, so she came over to the counter to purchase her stuff. He then walked away.
SO cut to a few months later. I'm working the afternoon shift up front and I go back to the movie counter to cover someone's lunch break and BAM, there's Hanky Panky Dude talking to the cashier. She ended the conversation and left for her lunch, so I thought the dude would walk away. NOPE. He started a conversation with me. He showed me some shit on his phone that he recorded from the TV and asked me about my cats. He started asking about my porn preferences, whether I'd prefer seeing 2 guys or 2 girls make out, told me how he wants to divorce his wife because she refuses to fuck him, and repeatedly asked if I wanted his number or if I found him attractive. I pulled my emergency "I'm a lesbian" card, since that works 90% of the time since most of the creepy old guys that flirt with me at work are homophobic asshats, and that completely backfired, 'cause then he asked me if I would make out with his wife while he watched.
My friend at the deli was watching the whole thing go down and was two seconds away from calling security, but then the other cashier came back and I was able to go back up front. I told the cashiers up front what the dude said to me, to which they replied that he was "harmless" and that he's a regular customer. Like. No. That was not harmless. That was the second time I had to deal with inappropriate questions from that guy. Next time he won't be so lucky.
I've had to deal with a lot of racist asshats at work, too. Over the summer, I had a lady come to my register right before we closed. She complained to me about the carnival that was being held at my elementary school, and how she had to leave it earlier than she planned. I asked if there were too many people and she responded that there were too many black people. There was another lady a few weeks later that told me "they don't know how to say 'excuse me' right" after the black lady before here said "excuse me" while she moved her cart to walk out the door.
Just...stop. Stop it.
There's so much more. If I didn't have to go to work in a bit I'd write more examples. Just...holy shit can I hold a grudge. That's probably not healthy at all. And I know there are people that have had it worse but wow does this shit piss me off.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
#CashierProblems
This post was two years in the making, and something at work tonight set it off. I don't know why. I blame the uterus.
I would like to thank the countless assholes that come into my place of work and make this possible. Fuck you, and please keep coming back and giving me more material for rants like this.
SO in case you haven't figured it out by the title, I'm a cashier. I've been a cashier for a little over two years now. I deal with a lot of people during my shifts, and some of the things I've seen and heard while at work are fucking ridiculous. Therefore, in true blogger fashion, I kept a notebook in my purse and wrote down everything that bothered me while I was dealing with customers, and, after two years of keeping in the frustration, am now ranting about it to people on the internet, who will then go on about how much of a raging bitch I am.
I would like to thank the countless assholes that come into my place of work and make this possible. Fuck you, and please keep coming back and giving me more material for rants like this.
SO in case you haven't figured it out by the title, I'm a cashier. I've been a cashier for a little over two years now. I deal with a lot of people during my shifts, and some of the things I've seen and heard while at work are fucking ridiculous. Therefore, in true blogger fashion, I kept a notebook in my purse and wrote down everything that bothered me while I was dealing with customers, and, after two years of keeping in the frustration, am now ranting about it to people on the internet, who will then go on about how much of a raging bitch I am.
First thing's first, though: I actually like my job. Most days I look forward into going in. My coworkers are awesome, and some of them have even become part of my inner circle of friends. But the customers are assholes like 90% of the time.
Like, if your cashier greets you, at least acknowledge it. "Pack'a Winston lights" is not a proper response to "hi". It irks me so much. Like three people responded to my greetings with silence or a cigarrette order. You're are assholes.
ALSO, PRO TIP: THE SMELL OF YOUR DISGUSTING CIGARRETTE/CIGAR SMOKE DOES NOT MASK YOUR BODY ODER. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SACRED IN THIS WORLD PLEASE PUT ON DEODERANT BEFORE YOU LEAVE YOUR FUCKING HOUSE.
Also, another pro tip: when you do get to your cigarrette/cigar request, please be specific. Chances are your cashier might be a non-smoker. When I first started working up at the front registers (usually I'm at the movie register that people barely go to, thank Jesus), I had absolutely no clue which cigarrettes were which. Luckily, 95% of the people that came to my register for cigarrettes were really patient, and would gladly point out the right packs. Occasionally I had the nasty old farts that looked at me like I was growing another head. I don't get that kind of response anymore since I know where and what everything is, but still.
Another tip: GET OFF YOUR GODDAMN PHONE. Seriously. I can't stress this enough. Not only is it rude to the cashier taking care of you, but it's rude to the people around you. Nobody wants to hear your conversation. It can wait two seconds until you leave the store. One time a lady in my line was on the phone talking to her friend about having surgery to get fat from her stomach moved to her ass. It costs about $4K. I didn't need to know that. But now I do.
Now, let me explain you a thing about paying in cash with bigger bills and cash back on debit. We don't mind when you do this, like, halfway through our shifts when we've accumulated enough money in our drawers to cater to your needs. But if you see that your cashier is just starting their shift, or even if you're coming in right when the store is opening, and you're paying for your $5 thing with a $50 bill, then you're an asshole, and natural selection is coming for you. Same thing goes for paying for a $0.25 stick of gum with your debit card and asking for $40 cash back. One time someone did this right after he watched me switch with my coworker. Also, since I'm mostly in the back at the movie register, where I only make about $400 on a good night, it's nice if you ask your cashier if you even have the money in your drawer. Most people that come back to the movie register do. Others get mad when I have to go to customer service to get the money since the majority of my drawer are singles and fives.
This next pro tip is brought to you by your friendly neighborhood depressed single lady that's 100000% tired of being surrounded by happy couples: please don't do PDA at my register. You're happy. I get it. Please stop making out. And stop grabbing each other's asses. That's happened, too. Kissing your boo thang is not a proper response to "do you want this in a bag". Please stop. Or just stop going out in public altogether.
This pro tip is dedicated to my friend Yoshi, who has been told that he is "a pretty good-looking young fella except for his face": you might think it's funny, but we probably won't, so it's in your best interest to keep your mouth shut. Except that moment was pretty fucking funny and I'll never let him live it down. But seriously.
One time at the tail-end of my Sunday morning shift, this dude came up to my register and asked me how often a married couple should do the hanky panky. And he wanted an answer. He wouldn't walk away from my register until he got an answer from the virgin asexual cashier about how often a married couple should do the diddly. It was not a great day.
So this was about half of the list that I had, but I think this pretty much covers it for now. This shit is literally the only shit going on in my life right now. I'm really not doing too well.
Less than 4 months until Didny Worl. Let's do this.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Obligatory First Post of the New Year
Holy shit has it been awhile. Honestly, I'm just posting something 'cause Supernatural doesn't start until 9 and I have no idea what to do with myself.
So the start to the new year has been meh. Starting a new year didn't feel very exciting at all. Like all I did on New Years Eve was work, eat Chinese food and watch Phantom of the Opera on Netflix.
The last few weeks have been normal. School started, Caity and I started going to the gym, Squirt, who kisses her boyfriend while when he's sick, had "borderline bronchitis" all through Christmas and now I'm paying the price. Like this past week I've been coughing non stop. I don't feel sick otherwise; it's just my throat and and coughing.
In other major 2015 news, I turn 21 in March and Disney trip #7 is still on for November. But that's pretty much it.
As for the end of 2014, I guess it ended all right. Reconnected with a bunch of cool people, best friend got engaged, went bowling with my family, blah blah yada yada.
Kay. That's pretty much it. Unless I have a crazy dream or a major event that's NOT my Disney trip happens within the near future, you won't be hearing from me for a while. Nothing has been exciting lately. Absolutely nothing.
So the start to the new year has been meh. Starting a new year didn't feel very exciting at all. Like all I did on New Years Eve was work, eat Chinese food and watch Phantom of the Opera on Netflix.
The last few weeks have been normal. School started, Caity and I started going to the gym, Squirt, who kisses her boyfriend while when he's sick, had "borderline bronchitis" all through Christmas and now I'm paying the price. Like this past week I've been coughing non stop. I don't feel sick otherwise; it's just my throat and and coughing.
In other major 2015 news, I turn 21 in March and Disney trip #7 is still on for November. But that's pretty much it.
As for the end of 2014, I guess it ended all right. Reconnected with a bunch of cool people, best friend got engaged, went bowling with my family, blah blah yada yada.
Kay. That's pretty much it. Unless I have a crazy dream or a major event that's NOT my Disney trip happens within the near future, you won't be hearing from me for a while. Nothing has been exciting lately. Absolutely nothing.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
This Dream Doesn't Deserve a Title.
You guys. Holy shit.
So a few days ago, Caity and I were talking about how we want to take a life-changing road trip just to get away from life for a bit. And last night I don't know what the fuck was wrong with my subconscious, but we went on a life-changing road trip all right.
So I don't know where the fuck we were going to, but we were driving for a while and getting tired, so we pulled over in the middle of a desert in the middle of butt fuck nowhere to relax. We got out of her car to breathe in some fresh air when all of a sudden, a bunch of kids with squirt guns ran by being chased by J. Lynch and Riko. They saw us, hugs all around, and then they led us back (along with the kids) to this huge picnic. Both of their families were there, along with a bunch of random families from around the desert area. After grabbing some food and sharing our story, the boys decided they wanted to join us on our trip.
As we drove out of the desert, Caity spotted our co-workers, Sean, Davey, Monicka and Galen, walking on the side of the road in suits. First off, why the FUCK would anyone walk around the desert in suits like what the fuck is happening. So we pulled over and asked if they wanted to join our crew. Galen, Monicka and Davey were like "fuck yeah", but we had to convince Sean. And when I say "convince", I really mean "Riko and J. Lynch had to wrestle him into the MAGICALLY ACQUIRED VAN THAT POPPED OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE so he wouldn't get heat stroke in the middle of the fucking desert."
So after a few hours, we drove out of the desert pulled into a Wal Mart, where we meet up with Denise and Beba, who try to force me to go back home with them. So instead of getting the snacks we wanted, we all pile back into the van and drive the fuck away.
After falling asleep (in the dream, this is still dream land), Caity wakes me up to announce that we're in Canada.
Canada.
Canada.
HOW THE FUCK DO WE GO FROME BEING IN THE DESERT TO CANADA CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN.
So we get out of the van, walk around, find another Wal Mart that was huge and fancy as fuck, and go inside to stock up on shit. Our coworkers finally changed out of their suits, Riko and J. Lynch got new shirts that didn't smell like dead animals, and we finally got our snacks for the rest of the trip.
(Please note that I still have no idea where the fuck our final destination is going to be on this trip.)
After days of switching drivers, fighting over music, talking about our feelings, and having a few good laughs, Caity announces that we've reached our final destination.
Let's see how much you know me. Where's our final destination? What is almost ALWAYS the final destination of dream trips?
Motherfucking Disney World OF FUCKING COURSE.
So long story short, we did a GIANT FUCKING CIRCLE through the US and Canada to get to Disney World. Okay then.
At that point I just woke myself up 'cause that whole experience was just ridiculous from start to finish like seriously what the fuck. I mean don't get me wrong, we were all fucking pumped when we got to Disney World but...wow. Holy fuck.
So a few days ago, Caity and I were talking about how we want to take a life-changing road trip just to get away from life for a bit. And last night I don't know what the fuck was wrong with my subconscious, but we went on a life-changing road trip all right.
So I don't know where the fuck we were going to, but we were driving for a while and getting tired, so we pulled over in the middle of a desert in the middle of butt fuck nowhere to relax. We got out of her car to breathe in some fresh air when all of a sudden, a bunch of kids with squirt guns ran by being chased by J. Lynch and Riko. They saw us, hugs all around, and then they led us back (along with the kids) to this huge picnic. Both of their families were there, along with a bunch of random families from around the desert area. After grabbing some food and sharing our story, the boys decided they wanted to join us on our trip.
As we drove out of the desert, Caity spotted our co-workers, Sean, Davey, Monicka and Galen, walking on the side of the road in suits. First off, why the FUCK would anyone walk around the desert in suits like what the fuck is happening. So we pulled over and asked if they wanted to join our crew. Galen, Monicka and Davey were like "fuck yeah", but we had to convince Sean. And when I say "convince", I really mean "Riko and J. Lynch had to wrestle him into the MAGICALLY ACQUIRED VAN THAT POPPED OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE so he wouldn't get heat stroke in the middle of the fucking desert."
So after a few hours, we drove out of the desert pulled into a Wal Mart, where we meet up with Denise and Beba, who try to force me to go back home with them. So instead of getting the snacks we wanted, we all pile back into the van and drive the fuck away.
After falling asleep (in the dream, this is still dream land), Caity wakes me up to announce that we're in Canada.
Canada.
Canada.
HOW THE FUCK DO WE GO FROME BEING IN THE DESERT TO CANADA CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN.
So we get out of the van, walk around, find another Wal Mart that was huge and fancy as fuck, and go inside to stock up on shit. Our coworkers finally changed out of their suits, Riko and J. Lynch got new shirts that didn't smell like dead animals, and we finally got our snacks for the rest of the trip.
(Please note that I still have no idea where the fuck our final destination is going to be on this trip.)
After days of switching drivers, fighting over music, talking about our feelings, and having a few good laughs, Caity announces that we've reached our final destination.
Let's see how much you know me. Where's our final destination? What is almost ALWAYS the final destination of dream trips?
Motherfucking Disney World OF FUCKING COURSE.
So long story short, we did a GIANT FUCKING CIRCLE through the US and Canada to get to Disney World. Okay then.
At that point I just woke myself up 'cause that whole experience was just ridiculous from start to finish like seriously what the fuck. I mean don't get me wrong, we were all fucking pumped when we got to Disney World but...wow. Holy fuck.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Dreams Are Weird
Okay, so if y'all have been around here for a while, you know that I have a history of having freakishly weird dreams. Well...they've definitely been weird as fuck os of lately.
So now that I'm back in my school rut, it's that time of the semester when I start having stress-induced weird dreams. I can't really remember any specific dreams to rant about, but I have noticed a few things that keep popping up in said dreams.
For some reason, a lot of my dreams involve me smoking. Now, I'm a non-smoker. Very very few of my friends smoke, and nobody (that I know of) in my family is a smoker. Yet almost every single dream I've been having lately involves me reaching for a cigarette. At first, even subconsciously, I was like "OH MY FUCKING GOD MY MOTHER'S GONNA FUCKING SHOOT ME", but then after a few dreams no fucks are given. So my dreams involve me killing my lungs in the name of relaxation. Woohoo.
Second thing I've noticed is that my dreams switch between 2 places: Disney World and work. Mostly Disney World. Sometimes my coworkers and I are at Disney World. Sometimes Disney World is a distorted version of places I've been to here in Ohio. Hell, sometimes Disney World and Cedar Point are mashed into one big mega park. It's weird.
Also, I have no romantic dreams anymore. That's a plus. Now it's mostly me and my friends and coworkers having an adventure in whatever makeshift Disney World my mind decides to come up with. It's all just...really fucking weird. Let's be honest here.
I don't know if it's a big deal if the same things keep recurring in my dreams, or if it's just my subconscious being weird. This is all just really weird.
I've said the word "weird" a lot in this post; let's see how much more I can do: my life is weird. My oily skin problems are weird. I bought a Spyro game last week and the mechanics are kinda weird. My coworker is jealous of mine and Caity's love but he covers it up by calling us weird. The writers of Supernatural are weird homophobic asswipes. Life is weird. Blogging is weird. Why am I saying all this weird shit. This is weird.
So now that I'm back in my school rut, it's that time of the semester when I start having stress-induced weird dreams. I can't really remember any specific dreams to rant about, but I have noticed a few things that keep popping up in said dreams.
For some reason, a lot of my dreams involve me smoking. Now, I'm a non-smoker. Very very few of my friends smoke, and nobody (that I know of) in my family is a smoker. Yet almost every single dream I've been having lately involves me reaching for a cigarette. At first, even subconsciously, I was like "OH MY FUCKING GOD MY MOTHER'S GONNA FUCKING SHOOT ME", but then after a few dreams no fucks are given. So my dreams involve me killing my lungs in the name of relaxation. Woohoo.
Second thing I've noticed is that my dreams switch between 2 places: Disney World and work. Mostly Disney World. Sometimes my coworkers and I are at Disney World. Sometimes Disney World is a distorted version of places I've been to here in Ohio. Hell, sometimes Disney World and Cedar Point are mashed into one big mega park. It's weird.
Also, I have no romantic dreams anymore. That's a plus. Now it's mostly me and my friends and coworkers having an adventure in whatever makeshift Disney World my mind decides to come up with. It's all just...really fucking weird. Let's be honest here.
I don't know if it's a big deal if the same things keep recurring in my dreams, or if it's just my subconscious being weird. This is all just really weird.
I've said the word "weird" a lot in this post; let's see how much more I can do: my life is weird. My oily skin problems are weird. I bought a Spyro game last week and the mechanics are kinda weird. My coworker is jealous of mine and Caity's love but he covers it up by calling us weird. The writers of Supernatural are weird homophobic asswipes. Life is weird. Blogging is weird. Why am I saying all this weird shit. This is weird.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Brain Barf 9000
Hi, I'm Al, and I have no idea what's going on right now. This past month has been nothing but a blur of school and work.
My classes are going okay, I guess. My film class is my favorite, and my art class is a close second since we get to meet at the art museum downtown. Math is math and writing is writing; there's nothing really special about them. My math class is at 8:30 in the morning and my professor has a monotone voice. I haven't seen the stalker dude that was in my math class last semester, so I guess the early class is worth it.
Besides school and work, nothing exciting has been going on at all. I work on my assignments all day and I'm tired, I come home from work and I'm tired, and all I've had a taste for lately is soup and potatoes. I've been trying to get into a regular exercise routine in the morning (I subscribe to Blogilates on YouTube and she has a lot of beginner workouts I can ease my way into), but that hasn't been much of a success.
Work has been getting really annoying lately. I don't know if it's because I've been there for over a year now and I'm bored, but the people that have been coming in have been very rude lately. Usually if I work the back register I'm fine, since nobody really goes back there except to rent a movie or avoid the lines up front, but whenever I'm up at the front registers I get frustrated with people. A few weeks ago this one lady was bitching at me about how I didn't bag her lip gloss and how it had to still be at my register 'cause she "searched everywhere", only to leave the store and call back 20 minutes later saying she found it. Really? Was all that really necessary?
That has been my life in the past few weeks. On the bright side, since I'm not living in dorms anymore, I don't have to worry about doing anything for Halloween this year unless my friends have anything planned (which I doubt they do). I might end up working on Halloween anyway, so that solves that problem!
So in conclusion, it's that time of the year where I'm back in my school depression rut. So exciting.
My classes are going okay, I guess. My film class is my favorite, and my art class is a close second since we get to meet at the art museum downtown. Math is math and writing is writing; there's nothing really special about them. My math class is at 8:30 in the morning and my professor has a monotone voice. I haven't seen the stalker dude that was in my math class last semester, so I guess the early class is worth it.
Besides school and work, nothing exciting has been going on at all. I work on my assignments all day and I'm tired, I come home from work and I'm tired, and all I've had a taste for lately is soup and potatoes. I've been trying to get into a regular exercise routine in the morning (I subscribe to Blogilates on YouTube and she has a lot of beginner workouts I can ease my way into), but that hasn't been much of a success.
Work has been getting really annoying lately. I don't know if it's because I've been there for over a year now and I'm bored, but the people that have been coming in have been very rude lately. Usually if I work the back register I'm fine, since nobody really goes back there except to rent a movie or avoid the lines up front, but whenever I'm up at the front registers I get frustrated with people. A few weeks ago this one lady was bitching at me about how I didn't bag her lip gloss and how it had to still be at my register 'cause she "searched everywhere", only to leave the store and call back 20 minutes later saying she found it. Really? Was all that really necessary?
That has been my life in the past few weeks. On the bright side, since I'm not living in dorms anymore, I don't have to worry about doing anything for Halloween this year unless my friends have anything planned (which I doubt they do). I might end up working on Halloween anyway, so that solves that problem!
So in conclusion, it's that time of the year where I'm back in my school depression rut. So exciting.
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