Before I fall over, dead, or asleep, same thing, here's the update:
*Insert update here*
Oh, kidding, I'm sure I could squeeze something out. I worked until 6 again today, Which was another accomplishment. Although, at 3, when the full-timers left, and part-timers came, I turned really crabby and just about slept when it got slow. Those people need to stop talking to me.
There are two people that work there, who piss the shit out of me when they call me by my real name. I don't hate my name or when people use it, duh it's my name, and whatever, but when either of those two call me by my actual name, I get so vexed. I'd wear a name tag with 'bob' or something on it, just to make them say something else. But, gah!
Tomorrow, I sleep in until 11, even if I have to force myself to lay there like a dead animal (unless the depression creeps in, then I might have to get out, and literally, get out of the house). I go into work at 12. I come home at 6. And more sleep. It's not yet 10:30, and yes, I'm planning on hitting the hay when I'm done with this. I replied to my comments, I think all of them (right?) but when I clicked bookmarks and saw everyone who updated as of this morning.. I realized that I just can't continue on, atleast not right now. I'll be up in a few hours, so perhaps then, I can finish that task, because no one here doesn't deserve a comment, atleast my friends, so you can expect one..Sometime. I promise.
Really, though, my eyes want to dry out and pop out of my head like raisens and I think I'm sucking at this entry.
Other than being cranky for 3 hours today, I've more or less felt really easy-going and giggly and laughing, and I think I'm improving my socializing skills already. I even had to take the customer orders today, and my stuttering wasn't too terrible! 
But these people came one at a time, no groups of five bajillion in one big van.. But, hey, I managed.. If only I would have gotten the commission for those sales.. 
An extra $.30. Oh yea.
Okay. Goodnight. Yay, in bed before 11 for once.
*Insert update here*
Oh, kidding, I'm sure I could squeeze something out. I worked until 6 again today, Which was another accomplishment. Although, at 3, when the full-timers left, and part-timers came, I turned really crabby and just about slept when it got slow. Those people need to stop talking to me.
There are two people that work there, who piss the shit out of me when they call me by my real name. I don't hate my name or when people use it, duh it's my name, and whatever, but when either of those two call me by my actual name, I get so vexed. I'd wear a name tag with 'bob' or something on it, just to make them say something else. But, gah!
Tomorrow, I sleep in until 11, even if I have to force myself to lay there like a dead animal (unless the depression creeps in, then I might have to get out, and literally, get out of the house). I go into work at 12. I come home at 6. And more sleep. It's not yet 10:30, and yes, I'm planning on hitting the hay when I'm done with this. I replied to my comments, I think all of them (right?) but when I clicked bookmarks and saw everyone who updated as of this morning.. I realized that I just can't continue on, atleast not right now. I'll be up in a few hours, so perhaps then, I can finish that task, because no one here doesn't deserve a comment, atleast my friends, so you can expect one..Sometime. I promise.
Really, though, my eyes want to dry out and pop out of my head like raisens and I think I'm sucking at this entry.
Other than being cranky for 3 hours today, I've more or less felt really easy-going and giggly and laughing, and I think I'm improving my socializing skills already. I even had to take the customer orders today, and my stuttering wasn't too terrible! But these people came one at a time, no groups of five bajillion in one big van.. But, hey, I managed.. If only I would have gotten the commission for those sales.. An extra $.30. Oh yea.
Okay. Goodnight. Yay, in bed before 11 for once.
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My pic followed all the rules for profile pics, but in the end everything depens on Missy's taste and maybe she liked the current one I have more?
My younger brother had a speech problem too when he was little. He used to pronounce his L's like the were Y's. It was really interesting to hear him say "yellow".