Done With Winter

I think I'm done with winter. I usually love the season. I love snow, I don't really mind the cold (I prefer it to hot all the time). This year, however, I'm pretty much done with it. I'm tired of never being able to go anywhere on my days off because the roads are covered in ice. I'm also tired of wondering if work is going to call me at 9:30 in the morning because everyone called off again. 9:30 is kind of early when you work 2nd shift, especially when you don't go to bed until 4 or 5. I should probably stop doing that.

Anyway, I'm ready for spring. I'm ready for being able to go outside without taking ten minutes to get ready. I'm ready to stop looking for my gloves every time I leave the house. I'm really ready to get rid of all the salt and other road gunk on my pretty car (though I'm not looking forward to the increase in the number of birds and their droppings).

In short, BOO WINTER!! YAY SPRING!!!!

Think They'll Let Me Have The Overtime Again?

I'm thinking of changing my address to my work address. I pretty much live there these days. I should stop being so agreeable. Any time someone calls and asks me to work for them I say yes, even when I don't really want to. Take tomorrow, for example. I was all pumped about having two days off in a row, but someone called and my "weekend" was cut in half. It didn't have to be. I could have said no. I know this. But I didn't. I always say yes. And it really doesn't bother me that much. I always think that it will be nice to have nothing to do, but when I have a night off, all I do is walk around the house trying to find something to do. Often that turns into a trip to Walmart. So, at least at work there are plenty of things to do. I think I'm going to sit on my ass all night, though.

Going in tomorrow gives me 6 days this week, which inevitably means overtime, which Marion's does not like to pay. I predict that I will not be allowed to have it this week, as I had a few hours of overtime last week, because, once again, people called and said they needed me and I predictably said yes. Granted, Tuesday it was pretty dire. Either I came in or we didn't open. The situation isn't exactly dire this time. Not for the store anyway, just for the person I'm working for. They'll probably make me leave early on Friday. Boo.

I Want to go to Key West

My mom was supposed to be back from Key West an hour ago. I was waiting up for her so I could say hi before she goes to work tomorrow. I let the dog in so she could bug her, too. I keep seeing lights going by the house, but none of them are her. She is going to be quite tired at school tomorrow.

I'm all excited about baseball again. I thought my interest had kind of disappeared over the winter, but I was wrong. I heard an ad for Reds' season tickets on the radio today and got all excited. Not that I'm going to buy season tickets. Those are EXPENSIVE.

I'm going to go watch TV and wait for Mom. The computer is hurting my eyes.

H-okay, so

Alright, so I went and did the MySpace thing. Here it is. Yes, I am now, officially, a MySpace whore. I never wanted to be, but here I am, whoring it up.

Rambling at Midnight

Here comes snowy stuff, here comes snowy stuff, right down Snowy Stuff Lane. It doesn't care if you're rich or poor, it buries you just the same.

I don't remember any more words to the actual song, so I can't make up any fake ones. Anyway, Mega Blizzard '07 is on its way and I want to stay up and see it. I shouldn't do that because I'll probably have to be at work tomorrow and I should probably be awake while I'm there. It sounds like nobody is planning on being at work tomorrow. Except David and me. At least there'll be two of us.

Some silly schools have already decided to close tomorrow and it hasn't even started snowing yet. That is ridiculous. I understand that most schools will probably be closed tomorrow as there's going to be a bunch of the white stuff about, but closing before a single snowflake falls?

I want it to start snowing now so I can see some big fatty flakes and go to sleep.

Also, I somehow keep managing to kill AOL. It keeps freezing up on me and that's not nice. You hear that AOL? NOT NICE!

Thank you. That is all. Good night.

I Missed January

I tried to keep up with my once monthly postings, but last month I couldn't. I tried, but the stupid thing told me I had the wrong username and/or password. It was lying, but it kept up its lie long enough to prevent me from getting anything up here for the month of January. Granted, since the only time I tried was the 31st, it didn't have to lie for long.

Anyway, still nothing of interest going on. I'm just writing to make sure this thing still recognizes me.

Winter has finally arrived. That's interesting for me. I love snow. And I love cold. I'm not so sure I love 0 degrees, but since I complained all of last month about how it was too warm, I suppose I'll suck it up and deal with it.

This is so damned uninteresting. The most exciting thing going on right now is the 4 inches of snow in the yard? That's pretty boring. I need to do exciting things. Maybe I'll go hunt grizzly bears in the woods out back. I'm sure they live out there. It's why the deer have stopped coming around. They're either scared or eaten. That's probably what got Red Cat, too. Bastards. I'll bring Ellie with me. She can learn to be a fearless hunter instead of a wuss who hides behind me every time she hears something she doesn't recognize.

We'll have to learn to track the grizzlies. Nothing around here has feet that big, though, so I think we've got that covered. Big feet = Grizzly Bear.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!

An update! Hooray! Guess what I've been doing! A fat lot of nothing! Hooray! There's an update for ya. Not that you learned anything from it, but now y'all can quit your bitching. Okay, I lied, I'll try to do a for real update-y thing. But really, I haven't done anything of interest. My birthday is in a little over two weeks, but that's not really that exciting anymore. AOL refuses to allow me any paragraph breaks. That's annoying. Did I ever mention that we got two cats? We did. Red Cat and Grey Cat. But now Red Cat is gone. He was probably eaten by a coyote or something. Now we just have Grey Cat. Grey Cat likes to wake me up by slicing my eyes with his claws. Then he gets to take a flight out of my room. He always comes back though. He's not so smart. My pretty new car is still pretty. See, told you nothing interesting was going on. Oh! Marion's burned down. The one at the Dayton Mall, not the one I work at, but still, that's kind of interesting. I guess it didn't exactly burn down, as the building is still there, but it's pretty much a total loss and they're going to have to rebuild it. I guess the powers that be had been discussing building another store in Springboro or Troy, but that'll have to be put on hold for a bit. It's probably going to take a year or so to rebuild the store at the mall. Not to mention a lot of money. Yay insurance! That's another thing. I get to start paying for my own health insurance now because I can't get it through work until June. And now mom's bringing me McDonald's fries. Hooray for healthy!

Did You Know?

Did you know that Marion's has a website? I didn't. Craziness.

Je Deteste le Dial-Up

Hooray for ignoring Blogger for a month plus a few days! During this time people at work have calmed down, Tipp City showed me why everyone calls it Tipp Shitty, I got some new wheels (in more than one way), the stupid Cardinals won the World Series, I found a sobriety checkpoint, and the Browns won two games.

Further Explanations:

Tipp City
Tipp City has, at two different times, annoyed the hell out of me. Last week their high school cross country team and all of the other people associated with it came in without bothering to make any kind of reservation or even say "Hey, we've got about 75 people here, is there enough space?" It's not really a big deal, we have enough space. It's just nice to know that tons of people might be coming.

Yesterday their high school marching band came in. They were kind enough to call in their reservation two weeks ahead of time. Hooray for that! However, they said 200 people. That's a lot, and it's irritating, but we can handle 200 people (if they are wise enough to realize that it takes a while to make pizzas for 200 people, which they weren't). However, they underestimated by about 150 people, which brings us awfully close to our maximum capacity if it doesn't take us over. Somebody (probably pissed about the hour they were going to have to wait for their pizza) called the fire department and complained about the number of people in the building. So, we have 350 people when we were told 200, we can't close the store to other customers, so who knows how many people we actually have, everybody's running around like crazy trying to find all the orders (because many people called them in early), Tony's dealing with the fire chief and can't find anything that says what our official capacity is because it is brilliantly not posted anywhere in the building, and everybody's pizzas are well done because the only place we have to set them when they come off the conveyor is in the stone ovens. Yay planning!

At some point some bus driver lady walks into the kitchen telling me that she wants to pick up the bus drivers' pizzas. I told her I'm sorry but she'd have to wait in line like everybody else. She looked irritated and got in line. Once she got though the line she told Ashley that the bus drivers got free pizza, Ashley told her no, so got pissy, I went and told her no, she told me we always do it, I told her we have never done that, and she says "But they do it for us all the time here." I said, "No one said anything to me about free pizzas for bus drivers and I can't do that if no one told me I could." She gets all huffy puffy and says, "Fine! Just give me two of the pizzas, then!" Which we did and that was that.

Tony got to deal with the man who was telling our bartenders how he was going to kick someone's ass because it was taking so long to get his pizza. Apparently he didn't see the other 350 people in front of him.

New Wheels
The first way I got new wheels was actually buying new tires because two of the Corsica's blew out within a week of each other. We figured it was about time the thing got new tires.

The second way I got new wheels was buying a new car. It's a beautiful Cobalt. It's blue. Chevy calls it Laser Blue, though, which sounds pretty cool. Also, if you are in the Dayton area and want a new car, don't go to Martin Chevrolet. They are jerks. They didn't tell me anything about the cars I looked at, tried to tell me that 37,000 miles isn't that many for a 2 year old car (that they were selling for more than a brand new one everywhere else), and the guy behind the desk was ultra rude to me when all I was talking to him about was what color car I might like. I did not get a car from them. I got it from Joe Johnson in Troy. They were much nicer. And they had the exact car I wanted. Hooray!

Sobriety Checkpoint
Saturday (technically Sunday, since it was 2 AM), while driving home after dinner and Soft Rock, I discovered a sobriety checkpoint. All I saw, though, were flashing lights, all the cars in front of me stopping, and no cars coming toward me. I figured it was a wreck, so my brilliant ass pulls into a driveway and turns around, a highly suspicious move. As soon as I turn around the police come after me. The woman comes up to my car and says, "Hi, I'm so and so from Clay Township police. Why were you, uh, uh..." and I said, "Turning around?" and she said, "Yes." I told her that I thought it was a wreck and I didn't want to get stuck in it. She said that it was a sobriety checkpoint. She asked me if I had been drinking and I said "Yeah, about three hours ago." She said, "How many did you have?" I said, "One" which isn't entirely true, but I only had about half of the rum and coke and the amaretto sour hardly counts, as it was nearly all sour. Anyway, she responds with, "Oh, the infamous one," at which point I nearly explode with rage. She does the follow my finger with your eyes test and apparently my eyes were quite shaky, so she went back to her car to run my license and all that good stuff, called over another cop, and made me get out of my car, do the eye thing again, which I guess they were still shaky, but she didn't say anything to me. Then she made me stand on one foot and count to 30 and walk in a straight line and turn around and such. I did all those just fine (because I was not inebriated). Miss Police told me I could go back to my car and I asked her if my eyes could be bouncy because I'm tired and she said, "Yeah, that could do it." I said, "Oh, okay, because I am exhausted." I wanted to ask her exactly how reliable that test is, then, at 2 in the morning, but I figured I should just go.

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.

Announcement

In order to participate in whatever activities are planned for this coming Labor Day weekend, I hereby renounce my evil J-Namer ways and have changed my name to Buttercup. That is all.

This is Fun

Ashley seems to think that CJ will win a game tomorrow night. Seeing as someone has to stick up for Northmont, I hereby officially announce that this will not happen. RAWR! I think it is important to note that I really don't care much one way or the other. The fact that Northmont wins football games at all amazes me. They won all of 7 games during my entire tenure in high school. 5 of those wins were during my senior year. The other 2 were my freshman year.

I might try to talk someone in my family into going down to Welcome Stadium with me tomorrow night. I'll be home and all that good stuff, so why not go bother Ashley at work?

Tough Stuff

I did something brave. With much convincing from Christina I sent an e-mail to a guy I met in a bar here in Athens a few weeks ago. I even sent him my phone number. Now I'm going to sit here and freak out about whether or not he's going to call me and if he does what the hell I'll say to him. He was a really nice guy. Nice while drunk, anyway. He's also from Centerville, so it doesn't matter as much that I'm graduating and leaving Athens for good. I'm just getting all freaked out about it. Because I'm like that. Hooray for bravery.

I'm Having Issues

I keep forgetting what e-mail account I used to set this up, and I keep signing into the wrong one and wondering why the hell it keeps telling me to create a blog when I already have one. I finally figured it out, though. Go me.

Now that I've finally hacked into my account, though, I forget what I was going to write. So, I'll leave it at that. Good night!

Blogger the New

New version of Blogger! It apparently has fun new toys, but I do not feel like taking the time to play with them right now. I can even add categories, but as just about everything on here would fall under the "random" category, I think I'll just skip that part. But you never know, maybe I'll reach a brand new level of bored some day and find a way to divide them.

He's Back!

Creepy Trailer Guy continues to stalk me on Livejournal! I haven't updated it since January or something like that, and he left me a comment again yesterday. What a creepy trailer guy! I don't even know why I went back and checked it. Curiosity I suppose. What a nutjob.

Waiting for a Call

"INVASOR! Because he's GREAT!"

That has nothing to do with the call I'm waiting for. I just thought it was funny. I watched a horse race this weekend and the announcers were talking about who they picked to win and why, and Kenny Mayne gave that as his answer. He said it all funny, too. And then Invasor won so he started yelling it again. I guess his reasoning worked, though.

These people need to call me so I can go out and do stuff! Grr!