today.
This morning started with me killing my already injured finger. After my alarm went off I rolled across my bed to close my window, my broken window. Where as most windows when you open them stay open, mine doesn't...unless it has been raining or opened past a certian point, so it is proped open by an Aladdin cup with glitter and floating lamps and shit in it. I remove the cup holding my index finger out (because when you have a band aid on your finger, you suddenly can't use it) only to have the window SLAM down onto my finger. Now being as ghetto as my window is, it naturally doesn't have a handle on it. That means that half my finger is stuck in it, there is no handle and the way I am sprawled across my bed doesn't allow me to stand up without causing myself a whole lot more pain and suffering, that leaves me insanly clawing the quarter inch or so crack of space that is open at the bottom trying to free myself. After what seems like hours, i finally free myself. Afterward I go on to break a shoelace and storm up to meet Hazel at Safeway at 7.30 bitching about the world.8am. Work. I eat more than my fair share of candy today. So much candy! and cheesecake! I don't know who it was, but someone brought in cheesecake! Opal keeps me entertained through out the day by telling me about this russian guy who hit on her and now she kind of likes. He is 10 years older than her, was a professional ballerina from the age of 8 and swears more than she does which she sees as a perk. She also tried throwing candy in the air and catching it in her mouth while standing behind our manager, described the flower that used to be on the side of her shirt as "like, a little fucking secret garden. Who the hell wears a secret garden on their shirt?!" Got into a debate with me over the lyrics to the song that was playing in the store while we were ringing people up, "i'm telling you, it's 'whose fooling who' " "how did you go from 'oh domi vous' to 'I'm telling you' to 'whose fooling who' in such a short amount of time?" While restocking the nylons inquired "can't we just pay someone to do this for us?" "you know Opal, I haven't been working here as long as you have so I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure thats what they pay us for." And when our conversation about who knows what was interrupted by a manager asking us to go fix different areas she suggested we break out the walkie talkies so we could continue our conversation, which would have been interesting since last time she was given a walkie talkie for something she was seen yelling "breaker breaker nine!" into it in the back room.
After leaving AT at 5 I went and saw Hazel at her other place of buisness. Watched as she steadily got busier and busier and got dangerously close to the breaking point. At one point, I thpught she was going to cry. Willie and I helped her close up when the time came because we are awesome like that. Then all went for a quick cup of coffee before home.
posted by lulu @ 12:11 AM
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