We never made it to the shop. The roomie who we were all going with ended up having to work. It did give me time to do some researching on the tattoo I plan on getting (plastic flamingos with a quaint little trailer in the background, probably adding a lawn chair and a Weber grill or something of the like). So I think that once I have money again- just paid fuckin' rent, AAAAAND my car insurance for the year- I'll have a good idea of what I actually want on me. Woo.
Work's starting to suck again. We're getting sporadically busier, I'm needing more money, and additional help! I hate that when most people ask me for an application, I cringe and think, "Oh, hell no." Is it so difficult to get some cool folk to work in... I'll stop myself. Because anyone who is not totally retarded and/or lame will get snatched up by Evangeline's, or get jobs serving, and we're left with dweebs and morons. FABULOUS.
The one thing that's lookin' bright on the immediate horizon is that Sunday (or is it Monday?) is our anniversary, and we're going to fuckin' Six Flags (because he refuses to fly down to Disneyland for 2 days, and he probably can't get the time off, BLAH FUCKING BLAH).
I hate his boss. Hate his job. Hell, it used to be my job, too. Working with such a small crew, it's damn near impossible to get time off. Lame. We're both looking to escape Old Sacramento. Tourist trap bullshit nonsense.
Whatever. I just have to make it through Saturday night, and Sunday, Monday and Tuesday are completely open. Thank the powers that be (or, actually, Rachel, for making the schedule that way) that I've all that time off in a row. Granted, I am irked that Bryan can't finagle the time to go back to Portland or Disneyland, or out of town for more than 8 hours, but shit, I'll take what I can get, and maybe I'll get my car painted sometime during that break from work.
Work's starting to suck again. We're getting sporadically busier, I'm needing more money, and additional help! I hate that when most people ask me for an application, I cringe and think, "Oh, hell no." Is it so difficult to get some cool folk to work in... I'll stop myself. Because anyone who is not totally retarded and/or lame will get snatched up by Evangeline's, or get jobs serving, and we're left with dweebs and morons. FABULOUS.
The one thing that's lookin' bright on the immediate horizon is that Sunday (or is it Monday?) is our anniversary, and we're going to fuckin' Six Flags (because he refuses to fly down to Disneyland for 2 days, and he probably can't get the time off, BLAH FUCKING BLAH).
I hate his boss. Hate his job. Hell, it used to be my job, too. Working with such a small crew, it's damn near impossible to get time off. Lame. We're both looking to escape Old Sacramento. Tourist trap bullshit nonsense.
Whatever. I just have to make it through Saturday night, and Sunday, Monday and Tuesday are completely open. Thank the powers that be (or, actually, Rachel, for making the schedule that way) that I've all that time off in a row. Granted, I am irked that Bryan can't finagle the time to go back to Portland or Disneyland, or out of town for more than 8 hours, but shit, I'll take what I can get, and maybe I'll get my car painted sometime during that break from work.