.197 x murphy's law?
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karriezaiWell for starters I found a really cool roleplay I was thinking of joining at first, but now I'm not so sure I will. I'll probably keep poking around there and I may change my mind in a while... or maybe not, I may not have time.
We watched Hellboy last night. It was pretty good, though I can't see why it got 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. It wasn't that good. I definitely liked Wanted more. But then, for some reason Hellboy was never really my thing. Oh, it's fine, I just never fell in love with it in any shape or form.
So yesterday at work I was on my lunch break doodling on a piece of paper in the back. My version of doodling is just thinking on paper, and I was thinking about how Farida (the new manager) gave me a shift Monday evening 3 to 9 but it still doesn't bring me up to even 20 hours next week. About how if Hooters and Cornerstone (Danny's favorite bar; I applied there for the hell of it because it's within walking distance of my dorm) didn't pan out, at least maybe the College Park Starbucks would be better. And maybe I wouldn't need as much money since I wouldn't be paying rent/cable/whatever at Danny's anymore because I'd actually live at the dorm properly. What I meant by College Park being better was that I might like it better, but to someone just reading the sheet of paper it probably sounded like the money might be better. Anyway, I threw the sheet of paper away, then the trash from my lunch away on top of it.
Couple hours later Farida told me she found my paper in the trash and read it. Which freaked me out a little. Why was she digging in the trash, and why did she pick up a piece of paper written on by someone else and decide to read it? It's almost... invasion of privacy. I dunno. She said she was sorry about the limited hours, it's just that this store doesn't have that many and she has to try to spread them among everyone. I told her that I know that.
Anyway after agreeing to take that shift I get home, fall asleep, and wake up with a voicemail from Hooters saying orientation is Monday at 3:30 and I'm invited to come with my driver's license and social security card. Awesome. I had to agree to pick up a shift at exactly the wrong time. So now I'm trying to get it covered so I can go to orientation at Hooters. Today I'm going to try switching with Marden, working his Sunday morning next week if he works mine tomorrow. I don't think he likes Sunday morning shifts so it might work out, we'll see. If not, I'll have to switch with Amy and work tomorrow morning 5 to 11 and then go to Hooters for the orientation at 3:30 until god knows when. Which is doable but something I'd really like to avoid.
We watched Hellboy last night. It was pretty good, though I can't see why it got 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. It wasn't that good. I definitely liked Wanted more. But then, for some reason Hellboy was never really my thing. Oh, it's fine, I just never fell in love with it in any shape or form.
So yesterday at work I was on my lunch break doodling on a piece of paper in the back. My version of doodling is just thinking on paper, and I was thinking about how Farida (the new manager) gave me a shift Monday evening 3 to 9 but it still doesn't bring me up to even 20 hours next week. About how if Hooters and Cornerstone (Danny's favorite bar; I applied there for the hell of it because it's within walking distance of my dorm) didn't pan out, at least maybe the College Park Starbucks would be better. And maybe I wouldn't need as much money since I wouldn't be paying rent/cable/whatever at Danny's anymore because I'd actually live at the dorm properly. What I meant by College Park being better was that I might like it better, but to someone just reading the sheet of paper it probably sounded like the money might be better. Anyway, I threw the sheet of paper away, then the trash from my lunch away on top of it.
Couple hours later Farida told me she found my paper in the trash and read it. Which freaked me out a little. Why was she digging in the trash, and why did she pick up a piece of paper written on by someone else and decide to read it? It's almost... invasion of privacy. I dunno. She said she was sorry about the limited hours, it's just that this store doesn't have that many and she has to try to spread them among everyone. I told her that I know that.
Anyway after agreeing to take that shift I get home, fall asleep, and wake up with a voicemail from Hooters saying orientation is Monday at 3:30 and I'm invited to come with my driver's license and social security card. Awesome. I had to agree to pick up a shift at exactly the wrong time. So now I'm trying to get it covered so I can go to orientation at Hooters. Today I'm going to try switching with Marden, working his Sunday morning next week if he works mine tomorrow. I don't think he likes Sunday morning shifts so it might work out, we'll see. If not, I'll have to switch with Amy and work tomorrow morning 5 to 11 and then go to Hooters for the orientation at 3:30 until god knows when. Which is doable but something I'd really like to avoid.