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Wow, I think I've finally gotten to my day alone. My dad has gone off for his second day of work, and won't be back until 11. Hopefully the van won't break down. I decided that I'd bring the remainder of CDs back inside to listen to them today, since I won't be going much of anywhere in my car. Even though it has a full tank of gas (that I had to pay for, because no one else was home... +$18.36 on the list of monies my parents owe me). My sister's poor black cat is lonely, so he's spent most of the morning on my lap. Which is fine, because he's so super-soft... I've never seen a softer cat. The only bad part is when he sharpens his claws on your legs... that's kind of painful. Tilly's being all insane this morning too, she knocked down all the toys in her cage, and when I put them back up, she started dancing around and cheeping verily loud. The animals here are all insane.
I had a strange dream last night (surprise, surprise). Another short one, though. The part I can remember is this: I was in my closet for some reason, putting a tiny stuffed walrus into my purse from prom. When I came out, there was another one on the floor, so I put that one in there too. I found these pictures on the floor (the little wallet-sized ones that everyone hands out in sixth and seventh grade) with these strange top-ten lists on them. Most of them were things like "Top Ten things Wrong with Sk8er Bois." And yes, it said that in my dream. I don't know why. My subconscious should not reference evil songs. They were all written by this one friend that I haven't seen since my sophomore year or so. At one point in the dream, I was in the corner of the theatre where you go into the concession talking to her about something. I can't remember what, though, but I do remember that all the drink fountains were working, and I was very surprised by that and upset that no one had told me. I need to start having weirder dreams that I can remember, these are getting boring, and they somehow make less sense. Where are Bob Villa and Star Jones when you need them?
Last night at work was insane. There were three people scheduled for concession (bad idea in the first place), and one couldn't come in until 8:30 or so (even worse). So, since it was all rainy and ugly all day and American Wedding is out and we have it, people actually came in. There was a huge mess of people from 7 until 8:15 or so, with no breaks. On top of that, the people on the shift before us had apparently done nothing to get anything ready. There was hardly any corn in either of the poppers, there were no papertowels, there weren't enough pretzel bites, all the salt shakers were in bizarre places, the water wasn't cold, there was hardly any ice, there were no extra large cups, and most of the pop syrup in back was out. Quite luckily, the evil manager wasn't there to yell at us and blame us for everything. But maybe she was only mad last time because we almost ran out of popcorn. At one point, both of the ushers and one of the managers were trying to help us. One of the ushers had never, ever been trained on concession, so he had no idea what he was doing, and while I was in the middle of taking an order, he came over and pressed the Cherry Coke next to me that was not only broken, but didn't have a nozzle. It made a big PHZZZZZZSH noise and I jumped up, and got pop-syrupped (we can add the word syrupped to boilingness, they can be my two new words). Lots of people did strange things in my line, too. Like buy a small popcorn, cookie dough bites, and a small drink ($10) and have only 3.50 but refuse to put anything back until your friend feels sorry for you. Or bring back nachos and say "the chips are stale and the cheese is ugh." I've never had cheese that is ugh, but apparently that's bad. I also saw more people from my high school, but they were the nicer sort of people, so it was far better, even though they made fun of me a little bit for having to work the concession. Amazingly, there were no irate people or swearing people, or people with severe entitlement issues. I guess that's mostly the parents of small children going to see Finding Nemo, or it's because the 16-25 crowd that comes to see American Wedding is currently or has been employed in similar jobs. By the end of the night, all three of us (me, MC, and SS again) were pretty near insane. Which is fine, since it's better than bored and a lot more fun, too. After everything was locked up and we were cleaning, we ended up singing a lot of songs. It started out innocently enough with things like Elanor Rigby and such, then it temporarily switched to pop songs I didn't know, then SS started singing "All I want for Christmas is a hippopotamus." I didn't know that song either, but now I do, and it's stuck in my head. We also decided that Rhinoceruses sounded like a disease (pronounced Rhinocerus-us). It's incurable, and comes from grasshoppers. We were very tired.
Why does the cat make such funny noises when I pick him up off the printer? He does not meow like a normal cat... he mehs. Oh well, it's funny anyway. Meh! What shall I do for the rest of today? I'm so lost! There's nothing on TV, nothing much new online, only bizarre people online, so there's no one to talk to, really. Perhaps I'll just throw a big party with all my invisible friends and insane animals and see what happens. Actually, I'm just waiting for this CD to be over, because I don't know the names of any of the songs, so I can't write them down as what I'm listening to. Silly, huh? Oo well, this entry's too long as it is, I'll go find something to do.
I had a strange dream last night (surprise, surprise). Another short one, though. The part I can remember is this: I was in my closet for some reason, putting a tiny stuffed walrus into my purse from prom. When I came out, there was another one on the floor, so I put that one in there too. I found these pictures on the floor (the little wallet-sized ones that everyone hands out in sixth and seventh grade) with these strange top-ten lists on them. Most of them were things like "Top Ten things Wrong with Sk8er Bois." And yes, it said that in my dream. I don't know why. My subconscious should not reference evil songs. They were all written by this one friend that I haven't seen since my sophomore year or so. At one point in the dream, I was in the corner of the theatre where you go into the concession talking to her about something. I can't remember what, though, but I do remember that all the drink fountains were working, and I was very surprised by that and upset that no one had told me. I need to start having weirder dreams that I can remember, these are getting boring, and they somehow make less sense. Where are Bob Villa and Star Jones when you need them?
Last night at work was insane. There were three people scheduled for concession (bad idea in the first place), and one couldn't come in until 8:30 or so (even worse). So, since it was all rainy and ugly all day and American Wedding is out and we have it, people actually came in. There was a huge mess of people from 7 until 8:15 or so, with no breaks. On top of that, the people on the shift before us had apparently done nothing to get anything ready. There was hardly any corn in either of the poppers, there were no papertowels, there weren't enough pretzel bites, all the salt shakers were in bizarre places, the water wasn't cold, there was hardly any ice, there were no extra large cups, and most of the pop syrup in back was out. Quite luckily, the evil manager wasn't there to yell at us and blame us for everything. But maybe she was only mad last time because we almost ran out of popcorn. At one point, both of the ushers and one of the managers were trying to help us. One of the ushers had never, ever been trained on concession, so he had no idea what he was doing, and while I was in the middle of taking an order, he came over and pressed the Cherry Coke next to me that was not only broken, but didn't have a nozzle. It made a big PHZZZZZZSH noise and I jumped up, and got pop-syrupped (we can add the word syrupped to boilingness, they can be my two new words). Lots of people did strange things in my line, too. Like buy a small popcorn, cookie dough bites, and a small drink ($10) and have only 3.50 but refuse to put anything back until your friend feels sorry for you. Or bring back nachos and say "the chips are stale and the cheese is ugh." I've never had cheese that is ugh, but apparently that's bad. I also saw more people from my high school, but they were the nicer sort of people, so it was far better, even though they made fun of me a little bit for having to work the concession. Amazingly, there were no irate people or swearing people, or people with severe entitlement issues. I guess that's mostly the parents of small children going to see Finding Nemo, or it's because the 16-25 crowd that comes to see American Wedding is currently or has been employed in similar jobs. By the end of the night, all three of us (me, MC, and SS again) were pretty near insane. Which is fine, since it's better than bored and a lot more fun, too. After everything was locked up and we were cleaning, we ended up singing a lot of songs. It started out innocently enough with things like Elanor Rigby and such, then it temporarily switched to pop songs I didn't know, then SS started singing "All I want for Christmas is a hippopotamus." I didn't know that song either, but now I do, and it's stuck in my head. We also decided that Rhinoceruses sounded like a disease (pronounced Rhinocerus-us). It's incurable, and comes from grasshoppers. We were very tired.
Why does the cat make such funny noises when I pick him up off the printer? He does not meow like a normal cat... he mehs. Oh well, it's funny anyway. Meh! What shall I do for the rest of today? I'm so lost! There's nothing on TV, nothing much new online, only bizarre people online, so there's no one to talk to, really. Perhaps I'll just throw a big party with all my invisible friends and insane animals and see what happens. Actually, I'm just waiting for this CD to be over, because I don't know the names of any of the songs, so I can't write them down as what I'm listening to. Silly, huh? Oo well, this entry's too long as it is, I'll go find something to do.
