I'm The Boss

Marion's done gone and made me a manager. Yay for more money! Boo for dealing with bitchy customers and check out! Also boo on everyone there that doesn't believe me. Everybody kept asking if I was a manager now and to most of them I just said yes. However, I told Eryn that I had spilled bleach on my shirt and it turned blue. She believed me. Nathan thought it was just for a day and promptly flipped out when I told him it was forever. The only person at work who congratulated me was Amy. Everybody else just said, "That's gonna be weird." No freaking kidding! It's going to be a while before they take me seriously as the boss. Not the boss boss, just a peon boss.

Tonight I will hopefully get shirts that fit. Yesterday I got hand-me-down shirts from other people. The shirts are men's neck sizes. The one I wore last night was a 17 1/2. It went down to my knees.

Doing cash pulls sucks. Counting down the drawers sucks. Remembering all the crap we have to do with the computer system sucks. Trying to make people do what I tell them sucks. At least I can remember the code for the alarm. And I get my own manager's card (with nifty cool retractable string) and keys tonight!

Tonight it's just me and Levi. That's going to be interesting. Levi does not yet know that I get to wear the same color shirt he does.

Happy Day After Talk Like a Pirate Day, Me Matey!

Apparently letting the dog in the house has become a point of contention between my dad and me. I don't know why, but he's always upset when I let her in for some reason, and not when my mom lets her in. Let it be known before I tell this story that he never said "Don't let the dog in." He said, "She can stay outside." Son of a gun, I can't put in new paragraphs because AOL is a POS. I apologize for the lack of paragraph breaks. Anyway, on with the story. Ellie was outside and wanted to come inside. Dad says, "She can stay outside." Mom says, "She'll just jump on the door and tear up the screen." I let her in. All is well and good for a little while. My parents are watching NCIS, I'm in my room watching Dancing with the Stars because I'm a dork like that. All of a sudden, dad comes tromping down the hall and I hear "I told you to leave her outside!" I don't recall what I said, if anything. Then dad launches into a big, long tirade about how I'm supposed to do what he says and he doesn't like me doing whatever I want and I may be 24 years old but as long as I live in his house I'm going to do what he says, not what I want. My clever, mature response? "Fine. And I'm not 24."

CORRECTION

I let as many people as I have phone numbers know this yesterday (except Scott, because the phone number I have for him won't reach him in Italy (I don't think)), but the gathering of people will be Saturday at my house. It is for sure, so you will be there.

RAWR!

Tomorrow

I'm thinking about having people over to my house tomorrow evening. Just to let you all know. I don't know for sure yet. I'll figure it out tonight. I almost posted directions to my house, but then I thought better of it. You never know what kind of creepy stalkers might be out there. It's supposed to be a really nice day. And probably a nice evening as well.