- Walking shoes
- Honey Bunches of Oats
- iTunes playlists
- homemade potato salad
- chapstick
- crossword puzzles
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Six Good Things
Tired.
I am. And I deserve to be, I think, after the crap they put me through today.
First, they schedule me to work on a Sunday, when they know I'd rather not because Sundays are family days. And today is my last Sunday at home with my family for two weeks. How ridiculous.
But, you know, that's okay. I've worked Sundays before, my family's not doing anything really cool, and we're good with it. I clock in, and the manager comes and posts the lineup. The lady working in Women's had called in sick. I don't fault her at all. She's aMAZing, and I think any one who can stand to work in Women's is god-like. But she wasn't going to be there, so the girl in shoes and I would cover the area for her.
...
Only the girl in shoes called in and said she wouldn't be there for another two hours. (sigh)
The whole deal was exhausting, and it was busy. What a load of B.S.
Fo' serious. Who shops extensively on a Sunday?
Anyway.
I'm going to eat some cereal and take a nap before the fam gets home. Then a shower, and some light packing before my real nightnight time.
:)
First, they schedule me to work on a Sunday, when they know I'd rather not because Sundays are family days. And today is my last Sunday at home with my family for two weeks. How ridiculous.
But, you know, that's okay. I've worked Sundays before, my family's not doing anything really cool, and we're good with it. I clock in, and the manager comes and posts the lineup. The lady working in Women's had called in sick. I don't fault her at all. She's aMAZing, and I think any one who can stand to work in Women's is god-like. But she wasn't going to be there, so the girl in shoes and I would cover the area for her.
...
Only the girl in shoes called in and said she wouldn't be there for another two hours. (sigh)
The whole deal was exhausting, and it was busy. What a load of B.S.
Fo' serious. Who shops extensively on a Sunday?
Anyway.
I'm going to eat some cereal and take a nap before the fam gets home. Then a shower, and some light packing before my real nightnight time.
:)
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Ten Good Things
- Snowball
- Earrings and Skirts
- Cupcakes
- Beef fajitas (which totally goes with Vegetas, wink wink)
- Ramen
- Prince
- Winston
- Clean clothes
- Stripey fish (I totally know the fish I'm getting!!)
- Nice people
- :)
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Nice People
So.
For the first time in a while, I witnessed one customer do a good deed for another.
Well, to be correct, the deed was only good for the customer... Not so much of a good thing for me. Disaster ensued. Still, the woman was thoughtful.
My brother had his learning permit laminated. I'm thinking that wasn't such a bright idea.
I've got a week left in work. Then, maybe, I transfer to Houston. I mean, I transfer myself to Houston on the 18th (woohoo!), but, maybe, I will get transfered. ("will" = future, "-ed" = past tense... what do I do?? what do I do??) Whatev. I understand.
Went to the doctor today. He said I was good to go. But he didn't say to where, so I don't know who or what he thinks I am. I came up with a non-comprehensive list, though:
Night night time.
For the first time in a while, I witnessed one customer do a good deed for another.
Well, to be correct, the deed was only good for the customer... Not so much of a good thing for me. Disaster ensued. Still, the woman was thoughtful.
My brother had his learning permit laminated. I'm thinking that wasn't such a bright idea.
I've got a week left in work. Then, maybe, I transfer to Houston. I mean, I transfer myself to Houston on the 18th (woohoo!), but, maybe, I will get transfered. ("will" = future, "-ed" = past tense... what do I do?? what do I do??) Whatev. I understand.
Went to the doctor today. He said I was good to go. But he didn't say to where, so I don't know who or what he thinks I am. I came up with a non-comprehensive list, though:
- Taco Bell's grilled *
- luggage
- a form of mass transportation
- a finished test product
- psychic (I mean, he shouldn't know that I am)
- someone who really has to go to the restroom
- food product of a good fast food restaurant
- an exotic dancer
Night night time.
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Thursday, August 9, 2007
Seven Good Things
- Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix score <3
- Disturbia
- Shopping
- Polka dots
- new pants
- my bed
- Rice University
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Gift Shopping
I totally hate shopping. Don't act surprised. I hate shopping. No, I don't hate it because I can (as I have previously). I have a real reason. I know what it means to "go shopping", now. I've undergone a transformation. I hate it because I love it.
Mostly.
I mention it because we (= fam - dad) went shopping for my cousin today. She's having her second birthday party on Saturday. I haven't seen her since my graduation in 2006. But anyway. We went shopping for her and I managed to buy a polka dotted headband and matching watch for myself. I must admit, they are fantastically cute.
We ate at Terry's today. Simply aMAZing. Terry's Seafood and Chicken is in East Austin (where no one should travel unaccompanied-- my mom says so) and was well worth the trip. :)
My sister and I were unable to see Bratz today, as they are not showing it at the Starplex. She said to me, "Well, my second choice is The Simpsons." I'd love to watch it with her. ... If I knew that she wouldn't act stupid afterwards, or if the stupidity would stay isolated. But no. I'm almost positive the silliness would run rampant through the entire family (= Sam, Mark, Mingo, Dad), causing me to have a mental breakdown. At the end of my summer vay-kay. I get enough of the idiocy from them watching the previews of the movie.
Don't mistake my intentions here. I don't mind the show (or, by extension, the movie). I mind my siblings acting stupidly, especially as they are not stupid. Gah.
MMMMMMMMk.
It has taken me about an hour to write this silly blurb. (I know this because I've listened to the HP5 score. It's beautiful. Fabulous end.) The tooth fairy comes for my sister's tooth tonight, and I still must complete my good things post.
Peace.
Mostly.
I mention it because we (= fam - dad) went shopping for my cousin today. She's having her second birthday party on Saturday. I haven't seen her since my graduation in 2006. But anyway. We went shopping for her and I managed to buy a polka dotted headband and matching watch for myself. I must admit, they are fantastically cute.
We ate at Terry's today. Simply aMAZing. Terry's Seafood and Chicken is in East Austin (where no one should travel unaccompanied-- my mom says so) and was well worth the trip. :)
My sister and I were unable to see Bratz today, as they are not showing it at the Starplex. She said to me, "Well, my second choice is The Simpsons." I'd love to watch it with her. ... If I knew that she wouldn't act stupid afterwards, or if the stupidity would stay isolated. But no. I'm almost positive the silliness would run rampant through the entire family (= Sam, Mark, Mingo, Dad), causing me to have a mental breakdown. At the end of my summer vay-kay. I get enough of the idiocy from them watching the previews of the movie.
Don't mistake my intentions here. I don't mind the show (or, by extension, the movie). I mind my siblings acting stupidly, especially as they are not stupid. Gah.
MMMMMMMMk.
It has taken me about an hour to write this silly blurb. (I know this because I've listened to the HP5 score. It's beautiful. Fabulous end.) The tooth fairy comes for my sister's tooth tonight, and I still must complete my good things post.
Peace.
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Five Good Things
I will resume my "good things" posts.
I've got to ward off depression somehow.
:)
I've got to ward off depression somehow.
:)
- High School Musical 2
- Shia LaBeouf
- Steak
- Stalking people on The Book
- Samantha
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For Janelle :)
So.
I'm playing catch-up.
This summer I've:
Facebook (unfortunately) has once again started showing AIM availability. (Unfortunate because I am Facebook.)
I'm going to go watch Bratz tomorrow. My sister is going to pay for my ticket (JAY-KAY! I'll pay for the ticket; I'm not going to be cheap about it).
.....
In other news, I will be heading back to Houston on the morning of the eighteenth of August (TEN MORE DAYS!!! AH!).
Much love,
Peace out,
J.Cruz, out.
I'm playing catch-up.
This summer I've:
- worked
- gone to Corpus
- worked
- stalked people via Facebook
- worked
- slept
- Kris. Kimura. (loving sigh, dream filled eyes)
- worked
- forgotten to take my medicine
- worked
- read/watched Harry Potter
- worked
- checked out some houses
- hated my doctor
- become obsessed with Disney Channel
- worked
- watched any number of movies
- bought school clothes
- worked
Facebook (unfortunately) has once again started showing AIM availability. (Unfortunate because I am Facebook.)
I'm going to go watch Bratz tomorrow. My sister is going to pay for my ticket (JAY-KAY! I'll pay for the ticket; I'm not going to be cheap about it).
.....
In other news, I will be heading back to Houston on the morning of the eighteenth of August (TEN MORE DAYS!!! AH!).
Much love,
Peace out,
J.Cruz, out.
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Learning a New Thing
Sometimes I wonder about people.
Okay.
Most times I wonder about people.
Like, fo' serious.
Working retail makes it easier for me to study people, to watch them, and learn about them.
Some lady changed her infant's diaper in Marshalls. On the tables showcasing the carpets. Without a worry about who was watching. Or who would be browsing through carpets later.
Typical.
A man asked my opinion about an outfit he had picked out for his thirteen year old daughter, whom he had not seen in just over eight years. He nearly cried when he told me this would be the first time he'd held her or talked to her in nearly nine years. That must be difficult.
Touching.
Hordes of children (and their parents) honestly believe a toy department is an operating daycare. The treacherous little monsters throw more than the toys when their parents say no.
Jerks.
Employees will talk about anyone and anything. No one is exempt, and no one, apparently, has ever done anything good. Maybe they discuss only my good qualities.
Ha.
Whatev. At least I've learned something. People are people.
Later.
Okay.
Most times I wonder about people.
Like, fo' serious.
Working retail makes it easier for me to study people, to watch them, and learn about them.
Some lady changed her infant's diaper in Marshalls. On the tables showcasing the carpets. Without a worry about who was watching. Or who would be browsing through carpets later.
Typical.
A man asked my opinion about an outfit he had picked out for his thirteen year old daughter, whom he had not seen in just over eight years. He nearly cried when he told me this would be the first time he'd held her or talked to her in nearly nine years. That must be difficult.
Touching.
Hordes of children (and their parents) honestly believe a toy department is an operating daycare. The treacherous little monsters throw more than the toys when their parents say no.
Jerks.
Employees will talk about anyone and anything. No one is exempt, and no one, apparently, has ever done anything good. Maybe they discuss only my good qualities.
Ha.
Whatev. At least I've learned something. People are people.
Later.
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