Fun day.
First, this month's edition of the HCC Times came out, which means it was my very first chance to see my own name in newsprint. I tell you, it's just too spiffy for words. Unless you count "spiffy" as a word, in which case it's just plain spiffy.
At work, my manager told me they're trying to make me a keyholder or manager at another store. See, I had put in my two weeks on Saturday, but she doesn't want me to leave. Something about blinding competence amidst ineptitude. She can't give me the money I'm looking for as a part-time schmuck, so she's trying to make sure I stay in the company. That's cool even if I don't end up getting the position, 'cause it means my work has been recognized. Even if that work is ridiculously mindless.
Also, I was given a free hoodie today because I sold the most coats last week. I know that's lame, but a free hoodie is even more comfortable, I tells ya. I could've scored a free pair of jeans or shoes instead, but I have this thing about hoodies. Besides, there's always next week.
On top of this all, guess who came into my store today? The Franca fucking Tasho! No, I don't expect that to mean anything to anybody. She's a friend from Germany. Way back. She and Gjergj live in Burtonsville now. They left an open invitation for dinner and asked if I was single so they could try to set me up with some of those cute Albanian chicks.
Speaking of chicks, a really cute one came into the store and was flirting with me. And that's the spiffiest of them all. Of course I spazzed and didn't even get her name. But she said she'd come back.
So I'm vowing to ask out either the girl at Starbuck's (thank you very much, Clara) or this little chica.
And finally, my moms - who is coming up here tomorrow for to watch Caps practice (and buy me a new bed, yay!) - calls and tells me she has fucking Redskins tickets for me. For this Sunday. Against fucking Tampa. Are you kidding? Libby said she'd shore up my schedule so I can go, and check this: my brother might come down to go to the game with me. Talk about the cherry on top of the sundae.
So, you know, go today. Except for the whole denial of my blood thing. That's just assville, man.
First, this month's edition of the HCC Times came out, which means it was my very first chance to see my own name in newsprint. I tell you, it's just too spiffy for words. Unless you count "spiffy" as a word, in which case it's just plain spiffy.
At work, my manager told me they're trying to make me a keyholder or manager at another store. See, I had put in my two weeks on Saturday, but she doesn't want me to leave. Something about blinding competence amidst ineptitude. She can't give me the money I'm looking for as a part-time schmuck, so she's trying to make sure I stay in the company. That's cool even if I don't end up getting the position, 'cause it means my work has been recognized. Even if that work is ridiculously mindless.
Also, I was given a free hoodie today because I sold the most coats last week. I know that's lame, but a free hoodie is even more comfortable, I tells ya. I could've scored a free pair of jeans or shoes instead, but I have this thing about hoodies. Besides, there's always next week.
On top of this all, guess who came into my store today? The Franca fucking Tasho! No, I don't expect that to mean anything to anybody. She's a friend from Germany. Way back. She and Gjergj live in Burtonsville now. They left an open invitation for dinner and asked if I was single so they could try to set me up with some of those cute Albanian chicks.
Speaking of chicks, a really cute one came into the store and was flirting with me. And that's the spiffiest of them all. Of course I spazzed and didn't even get her name. But she said she'd come back.
So I'm vowing to ask out either the girl at Starbuck's (thank you very much, Clara) or this little chica.
And finally, my moms - who is coming up here tomorrow for to watch Caps practice (and buy me a new bed, yay!) - calls and tells me she has fucking Redskins tickets for me. For this Sunday. Against fucking Tampa. Are you kidding? Libby said she'd shore up my schedule so I can go, and check this: my brother might come down to go to the game with me. Talk about the cherry on top of the sundae.
So, you know, go today. Except for the whole denial of my blood thing. That's just assville, man.
clara:
Banner day. 