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Gar! So the AC at work is STILL not functioning. I don't understand how they can't exert more muscle on the company repairing/building the unit to get something done. It has been like this for over a month now. And I personally have been sick from heat exhaustion 3 times. And guests keep walking out b/c it is too hot. Can't blame them. I wouldn't go out to eat and want to stay if the AC was down. And it is 100 all this week. FUCK THAT. On the list of things to do : e-mail corporate. Complain. And it is worst on the weekends. That is when I have gotten sick - the weekends. I was sick to my stomach and dizzy on Sunday when it was down. Hell, people were complaining and walking out at 11:30 AM. *Shakes head* Only makes me want to work harder at graduating early so I don't have to do this SHIT anymore. I am so over waiting.

And school. I sent an e-mail off to my admissions coordinator explaining my problem from yesterday. I have repeatedly told them that I work nites and to please not call me after 3:45 because I am walking out the door to go wait on crotchedy old people, bratty kids, and rude middle-aged ass holes. And every fucking time. EVERY FUCKING TIME!!! they call me at 4:30 or almost 5. I mean, yes, my phone is in my pocket. Emergencies, and uh... texting. But I can't call them back to discuss my educational future when I am waiting on crotchedy old women (my first little bundle of joy table today...during which I got the call. They were so demanding of my time that I had a table WALK OUT b/c these ladies made it IMPOSSIBLE for me to take care of anyone else). So I have to call AI back again tomorrow. And probably get another call while I am working. WTF?!?!

Silly insmonia bouts aren't helping. Mike and I went to Six Flags 2 Sundays ago. And riding roller coasters TOTALLY flared up my back injury from work (I wouldn't reccommend slamming your face into a brick wall and falling on your back b/c you hit your face.). So that I know has something to do with the insmonia. I need to call my massage therapist, even though I've been all released, to have her work on me.

Assholes above me are blasting their music again. I have asked them. And asked them. And asked them. And they just don't care. It is very irritating to me. And I told the boyfriend (hereon out to be called Tweedle Dumb) to please get the speakers off the floor and to be more considerate. I even made it VERY VERY clear that I would be taking action once my classes start if they refuse to be considerate. Shit, I will be studying at nite. And I will just be calling the po-lice. Try that one on. Bringing in the po-lice. Wouldn't even give them time to clean up their damn weed. OOPS! Not that I want their ignorant asses out of my fucking building. Oh, and my ceilings? 13 feet high. So I am currently that far below them. Watching HGTV (shut up, I'm an interior design major). And I can hear them. As always. But I informed them (even though Tweedle Dumb has been saying that they will fix their speakers since... April) that once classes start, I will be in my living room, doing my on-line classes, studying, and trying to make the most of ALL THAT MONEY that I have out in student loans. And I will not fail classes b/c I can't concentrate b/c they are pricks. And that I will march my ass up there and tell them. And if they can't do that, then the crotchedy old landlady will be involved. I didn't mention that I would be calling the po-lice at nite if they don't turn it down. I mean, I like my movies and music loud, but you can't hear it in the rest of the buliding. Enough said.

I'm going to bed. Wicked is calling me. As text books on colour theory, history of textiles and space planning will be absorbing my time soon. Caio bellas!