Well. How was the cover show? Anyone go? I think I'm slightly less upset about the fact that I couldn't go. too much else on my mind.
I spent the ntire night Friday trying to get rid of my Saturday night shift, no cigar. So then I went home, threw a bitch fit and cried a little.. maybe a lot. This could be because I was very tired, very overworked (all weekend?!? BULLSHIT) or fed up with the fact that if people need a shift change I'm usually like yeah man, sure. I guess I was more pissed at management for being twats and leaving me no options.. and then not finding my unimportant reasons not important enough to try and help a brother out. But, I was half an hour late to work, I wrote down my shift wrong and get a call from Pat like, "why aren't you here?" im like "..i start at 630" shes like "no you start at 5, I suggest you get here" I'm like "O_O! *shitpants" then i was a complete ditz who screwed up everything, and then me and Corrine had jolly good fun insulting everyone that passed through. Then came the Saturday shift, I thought I was just gonne be the biggest cunt and just UGH be so mad at being there, but i dont know, I wasn't, Darren's horribly rude lmao, but its fun anyway, plus I spent my money on caffeine. So then there was a player screening of "Date Movie", now I reALLY didn't want to see this.. it just looked so fucking stupid and whatnot, but I was talked into it. (Always a pushover) Then I was a big dick and got pissed off and complained to Dan that he convinced me to stay and watch a movie and now I was stuck beside Phil so got forced (thank god though) to go sit up quite a ways from everyone else. it was fun, the movie had its moments. I talked lots about the sexiness of facial hair and mutton chops. It ended fast though. Like it turned out to be long when you checked your watch and left but it went by really quickly. So then I'm like no, I dont need a ride home and call up Darren. Then were standing around talking and one guys like "theres a taxi out there", I'm like "yeah-yuh!!" then start heading out the doors, trip on a plastic mini crate thing, then knock over a metal reel thing with my bag, like a big fuckin dick, and I can hear the one broad laughing hysterically, and I'm laughing and dying of embarassment of how much of a clutz I am and then I just like take off and get all paranoid that they're all like "WTF O_O, she just clutzed twice, and got into a cab when she could've gotten a ride w.." Wow. Commiting social suicide has become like breathing for me. Its funny and sad all at the same time.
I'm REALLY tired right now and I'm doing my best to erase m mistakes and not just type all blabbery but I think I'm failing more now so I'm gonna go to bed, plus my foot is sleeping so it knows where it's at.