Monday, November 25, 2002
It feels REALLY good not to have a weekend at all.
SIKE! It sucks! I have spent the last 72 hours at the Gap. Seriously. I worked 24 hours this weekend. I slept for like 11. It was awful. I still have the tired buzzing in my head. Getting 3 hours of sleep a night is by far one of the worst things on the planet.
Yet, I pulled through.
I work AGAIN tonight and then I have tomorrow night off. Thank God. I was originally scheduled to work, but my my (music hits me so hard, makes me say "oh my lawd"...) GM (General Manager) took me off the schedule because I had complained to her the day before. My average work week at the Gap was supposed to be 35 hours. UM! That is more than I work at my FULL TIME day job! Hopefully we got it worked out so that I am only working between 25-30 hours a week. FUCK. Are these people kidding me?
But on the plus side, my co-workers and managers are nothing short of wonderful. They are all nice to me and willing to help. Of course there are the few that I think suck, but that's just cuz they think they are God's gift to "Gap". But whatevs, cuz really...if they believe that then they've got their own massive issues.
We had this full staff holiday meeting yesterday at 7am (meaning I had to get up at fucking 5am after having worked until 12am the night before) and I was shocked at how great all of the people were. During the meeting there were games and prizes and I walked away with some good shit. I got a $25 gift card to use in the store, as well as a $10 Virgin Records gift certificate and ALSO $10 in McDonald's coupons. AWESOME, right? For doing nothing, but showing up and answering a few questions about Gap products. Now, if the rest of the job could be so damn cool.
My legs and back are so sore! I go through moments of complete and utter exhaustion and then I get my 3rd and 4th wind and I am okay. More than anything, I want this job to be overwith. Just 6 more weeks to go!
Yay!
:-0****
that's me vomiting.
Paul comes into town today to sign the lease to his new apartment. I mean, is he really going to be living here in 6 days?
~AYIYI~
Angie spends tonight as her last night in NYC. Her last night for 6 months or so.
She left me with her Playstation 2 and her bong! What more could a girl like me ask for?
I haven't looked to see what games she left behind, but I did see that she has the
Britney Spear's Dance Game
I am so playing that as soon as I get the chance. I want to get her moves down so Justin will do me good.
Yes, I said "do me good".
My fingernails are doing so poorly lately. I have been chomping on them so vigorously that it makes me kinda nervous. The bad part is that I just LOVE biting them. They taste so good! Like chocolate covered fingers.
oh. that might be poop I'm tasting.
To celebrate Angie's big trip to Mexico, Kelly is taking her out to dinner and then Rita will meet them for drinks. When I get home around 1am, we will smash open a pinata and then we will probably do La Cucaracha and go to bed.
I said last week that I was probably not going to be able to go home for Thanksgiving and luckily that has changed. I am leaving at 8:30am on Thursday and coming back at 9am on Friday. Kind of a whirlwind trip, but it will be worth it. I can't imagine not being able to be with my family on this holiday. Or really any holiday for that matter. The 'rents told me that they were throwing a New Year's Eve party again this year and while I would love to go, I will have to work at the Gap. I told them that they should cancel the party and come spend New Year's with us down in the city. I think they might actually do it. Then YES Kelly, we will stop by to have drinks with you or to celebrate the 12am countdown with you or sumptin sumptin. Why do I feel like I will be the one coordinating everyone's schedules? That's ridiculous. But probably the only way everything will run smoothly.
And why am I stressing about New Year's today when Thanksgiving is literally in 3 days? Cuz I am an anal monster that drives myself to the point of lunacy over minutia.
That's the word of the day today: Minutia (the smallest, most trivial of details)
So I am just about the WORST folder to ever work at the Gap. I have figured out a way to hide pieces of clothing in the store so that no one will ever know the better. I am the best at covering up my lack of skillz.
There is this guy that I work with named Eli.
Member when I was having dreams about him for awhile and for some reason I was like in love with him?
Well, nothing much has changed between he and I since that time, except now I hate him. I don't have any idea why, either. I mean, I hate lots of people. I am totally intolerant of anyone and anything that gets under my skin. While Eli is a very nice and pleasant person, I find myself wanting to grab him by his little neck so that I can ring the life out of him. And the best part about it is that he does nothing purposely wrong. NOTHING. Yet, when I see him, I want to punch.
He's not an ugly guy, by any means, but I do believe that his face is slowly melting off. I have said this to Rita on numerous occassions, and while she laughs each time I say it, she is always perplexed as to what I really mean when I say it.
This is what I mean:
Example of Eli's melting face
He just drives me crazy for no reason at all. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWR!
I probably shouldn't have worn the tightest shirt I own on a day when I have to work for 15 hours.
Okay, Eli just walked up to my computer and I thought he saw the picture of his melting face. I got nervous, but then I remembered "His face is so melty, his vision is probably blurry, so he can't read over people's shoulder's so well".
(snicker)
Okay, Angela, the housekeeper in my building, just came up to me and told me that she was putting the fruit we got for a fruit salad "upstairs" so that I could "go cut it up when I get the chance". Okay, is she kidding? I think she is, but part of me thinks she's serious. I ain't cuttin that shit! FUCK! What IS this place?
Did I get hired to cut fucking fruit?
Prolly.
So tired right now.
A wave of exhaustion has just clouded my eyes.
And I am starving AGAIN!
I have already had my daily roll with butter and vitamin water. Now I am ready for a steak dinner.
"did you say STEAK?" ---- horrible reference to "Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo"
There is a crazy man in my office right now.
cuhRAZY man with a huge egg on his forehead. Cuz HOW did he get that shit on his face?
Like I should talk...I get weird things on my face all the time.
They just haven't been in the form of a Robin's egg yet.
I wish I could take a nap now.
fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy
I gotta go put my head down on my desk for a minute.
for a minutia I mean.
X-(
SIKE! It sucks! I have spent the last 72 hours at the Gap. Seriously. I worked 24 hours this weekend. I slept for like 11. It was awful. I still have the tired buzzing in my head. Getting 3 hours of sleep a night is by far one of the worst things on the planet.
Yet, I pulled through.
I work AGAIN tonight and then I have tomorrow night off. Thank God. I was originally scheduled to work, but my my (music hits me so hard, makes me say "oh my lawd"...) GM (General Manager) took me off the schedule because I had complained to her the day before. My average work week at the Gap was supposed to be 35 hours. UM! That is more than I work at my FULL TIME day job! Hopefully we got it worked out so that I am only working between 25-30 hours a week. FUCK. Are these people kidding me?
But on the plus side, my co-workers and managers are nothing short of wonderful. They are all nice to me and willing to help. Of course there are the few that I think suck, but that's just cuz they think they are God's gift to "Gap". But whatevs, cuz really...if they believe that then they've got their own massive issues.
We had this full staff holiday meeting yesterday at 7am (meaning I had to get up at fucking 5am after having worked until 12am the night before) and I was shocked at how great all of the people were. During the meeting there were games and prizes and I walked away with some good shit. I got a $25 gift card to use in the store, as well as a $10 Virgin Records gift certificate and ALSO $10 in McDonald's coupons. AWESOME, right? For doing nothing, but showing up and answering a few questions about Gap products. Now, if the rest of the job could be so damn cool.
My legs and back are so sore! I go through moments of complete and utter exhaustion and then I get my 3rd and 4th wind and I am okay. More than anything, I want this job to be overwith. Just 6 more weeks to go!
Yay!
:-0****
that's me vomiting.
Paul comes into town today to sign the lease to his new apartment. I mean, is he really going to be living here in 6 days?
~AYIYI~
Angie spends tonight as her last night in NYC. Her last night for 6 months or so.
She left me with her Playstation 2 and her bong! What more could a girl like me ask for?
I haven't looked to see what games she left behind, but I did see that she has the
Britney Spear's Dance Game
I am so playing that as soon as I get the chance. I want to get her moves down so Justin will do me good.
Yes, I said "do me good".
My fingernails are doing so poorly lately. I have been chomping on them so vigorously that it makes me kinda nervous. The bad part is that I just LOVE biting them. They taste so good! Like chocolate covered fingers.
oh. that might be poop I'm tasting.
To celebrate Angie's big trip to Mexico, Kelly is taking her out to dinner and then Rita will meet them for drinks. When I get home around 1am, we will smash open a pinata and then we will probably do La Cucaracha and go to bed.
I said last week that I was probably not going to be able to go home for Thanksgiving and luckily that has changed. I am leaving at 8:30am on Thursday and coming back at 9am on Friday. Kind of a whirlwind trip, but it will be worth it. I can't imagine not being able to be with my family on this holiday. Or really any holiday for that matter. The 'rents told me that they were throwing a New Year's Eve party again this year and while I would love to go, I will have to work at the Gap. I told them that they should cancel the party and come spend New Year's with us down in the city. I think they might actually do it. Then YES Kelly, we will stop by to have drinks with you or to celebrate the 12am countdown with you or sumptin sumptin. Why do I feel like I will be the one coordinating everyone's schedules? That's ridiculous. But probably the only way everything will run smoothly.
And why am I stressing about New Year's today when Thanksgiving is literally in 3 days? Cuz I am an anal monster that drives myself to the point of lunacy over minutia.
That's the word of the day today: Minutia (the smallest, most trivial of details)
So I am just about the WORST folder to ever work at the Gap. I have figured out a way to hide pieces of clothing in the store so that no one will ever know the better. I am the best at covering up my lack of skillz.
There is this guy that I work with named Eli.
Member when I was having dreams about him for awhile and for some reason I was like in love with him?
Well, nothing much has changed between he and I since that time, except now I hate him. I don't have any idea why, either. I mean, I hate lots of people. I am totally intolerant of anyone and anything that gets under my skin. While Eli is a very nice and pleasant person, I find myself wanting to grab him by his little neck so that I can ring the life out of him. And the best part about it is that he does nothing purposely wrong. NOTHING. Yet, when I see him, I want to punch.
He's not an ugly guy, by any means, but I do believe that his face is slowly melting off. I have said this to Rita on numerous occassions, and while she laughs each time I say it, she is always perplexed as to what I really mean when I say it.
This is what I mean:
Example of Eli's melting face
He just drives me crazy for no reason at all. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWR!
I probably shouldn't have worn the tightest shirt I own on a day when I have to work for 15 hours.
Okay, Eli just walked up to my computer and I thought he saw the picture of his melting face. I got nervous, but then I remembered "His face is so melty, his vision is probably blurry, so he can't read over people's shoulder's so well".
(snicker)
Okay, Angela, the housekeeper in my building, just came up to me and told me that she was putting the fruit we got for a fruit salad "upstairs" so that I could "go cut it up when I get the chance". Okay, is she kidding? I think she is, but part of me thinks she's serious. I ain't cuttin that shit! FUCK! What IS this place?
Did I get hired to cut fucking fruit?
Prolly.
So tired right now.
A wave of exhaustion has just clouded my eyes.
And I am starving AGAIN!
I have already had my daily roll with butter and vitamin water. Now I am ready for a steak dinner.
"did you say STEAK?" ---- horrible reference to "Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo"
There is a crazy man in my office right now.
cuhRAZY man with a huge egg on his forehead. Cuz HOW did he get that shit on his face?
Like I should talk...I get weird things on my face all the time.
They just haven't been in the form of a Robin's egg yet.
I wish I could take a nap now.
fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy
I gotta go put my head down on my desk for a minute.
for a minutia I mean.
X-(
