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Really, I can't click anywhere with this thing anymore. I wonder what happens if the touchpad on a laptop breaks like that? I can see myself now, beating on it and being generally angry with it, like I get with electronics that mock me in such a way. I've never met a mouse that broke its click before anything else. Usually ours get so full of dust that they're useless very quickly.
Chocolat is playing in the living room again. At least this time no one's screaming JOHNNY DEPP at the screen. My mom and sister rented Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas last night, too. I didn't think the movie could be as weird as the book, but it managed. And, my mom was not swooning over JD because he was bald. Hehehe. Now if only I could do something about this picture that stares through walls at me from the desktop. Egad!
My shirt will be shipping around the 11th, which means I will get it in a few days, maybe a week depending on the post's temperment. Yay! Now, if only I could talk my mom into ordering the other one for me, since I don't have that British bank account yet. I want them both before I have to leave for college, but that means I've still got 40-some more days, so no worries yet.
I still wonder why people blame me for random things at work. I had one lady a few days ago tell me that I'd just lost a customer, and that she was never coming back because (get this) we had no Raisinettes! What the heck? And last night there was a very irate woman that bought an extra large popcorn from me, and wanted something to split the popcorn up in. As usual, no one had told me that we didn't have any more of the boxes, so I wandered around looking for more, and then the lady yelled "HEY! Get back here!" then she gave me the money and made some redicilous snide comment of some sort, and asked me where the boxes were. I told her we didn't have any more, but she could have some of the courtesy cups. She sneered at me, and basically threw them back. So I went over to the cabinet where we keep the kids meal boxes and gave her two of the black plastic trays from those. Luckily, they don't count them, so I shouldn't get in trouble. Even if I do, is it really my fault? If I hadn't given them to her, she likely would've continued to yell at me, and then forced me to take the popcorn and drinks back and ordered something completely different so I would've had to do all sorts of bizarre voiding and cancelling and restocking. I hate work!!
Ah well, I think I'll go find something to do. Hopefully there's something to do around here besides clean my room or work.
Chocolat is playing in the living room again. At least this time no one's screaming JOHNNY DEPP at the screen. My mom and sister rented Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas last night, too. I didn't think the movie could be as weird as the book, but it managed. And, my mom was not swooning over JD because he was bald. Hehehe. Now if only I could do something about this picture that stares through walls at me from the desktop. Egad!
My shirt will be shipping around the 11th, which means I will get it in a few days, maybe a week depending on the post's temperment. Yay! Now, if only I could talk my mom into ordering the other one for me, since I don't have that British bank account yet. I want them both before I have to leave for college, but that means I've still got 40-some more days, so no worries yet.
I still wonder why people blame me for random things at work. I had one lady a few days ago tell me that I'd just lost a customer, and that she was never coming back because (get this) we had no Raisinettes! What the heck? And last night there was a very irate woman that bought an extra large popcorn from me, and wanted something to split the popcorn up in. As usual, no one had told me that we didn't have any more of the boxes, so I wandered around looking for more, and then the lady yelled "HEY! Get back here!" then she gave me the money and made some redicilous snide comment of some sort, and asked me where the boxes were. I told her we didn't have any more, but she could have some of the courtesy cups. She sneered at me, and basically threw them back. So I went over to the cabinet where we keep the kids meal boxes and gave her two of the black plastic trays from those. Luckily, they don't count them, so I shouldn't get in trouble. Even if I do, is it really my fault? If I hadn't given them to her, she likely would've continued to yell at me, and then forced me to take the popcorn and drinks back and ordered something completely different so I would've had to do all sorts of bizarre voiding and cancelling and restocking. I hate work!!
Ah well, I think I'll go find something to do. Hopefully there's something to do around here besides clean my room or work.
