i watched the libertine last night. ever since, i've been thinking the words "prick" and "cunt" alot more often than normal... i also have been saying "fuck" more again. egad. still, the second earl of rochester as played by johnny depp, he's my new hero. at least in the beginning. rotting from the inside out at the age of 33 is NOT my idea of a good time. telling the world to fuck off with a smile on my face, however, IS my idea of a good time. YAY!
my whole day was not as... entertaining. well, maybe it was. i started a shift at OfficeMax at 8:30am with my newly appointed wedding date, ben, and the "new girl" heather. she's not really that new, but she only works weekends, so it still seems like it. the day was going pretty well (as in it is my *hey i know this job like the back of my hand* job) until ben got sick and had to leave early. he looked like somebody bleached him then punched him in the face. pale as anything with big black circles around red eyes. so yeah, home early for him.
before ben left, he told me to call him when i got done. he has some furniture that he's getting rid of, and wanted me to come take a look at it to see if i want it. so, my shift ended (after i had spent most of it on the phone with help desk for our computers locking us out, and with a store in las vegas trying to organize a big account job to be done for delivery 1st thing monday morning), i called ben, and then came home to change & get spotty. we went to ben's to look at the furniture (a bedroom set minus bed: low long dresser, bureau, 2 nightstands, and a big mirror) which YES we want! it's all solid wood, but the dimensions will fit up our stairs! now we just have to figure out how to get it home next weekend. we left right away so he could get some more rest... and ended up at the crappiest mall in rochester! we ate some pizza, wandered around a bit, left to grocery shop, and came home. the cats nearly gnawed our toes at the door. they'd been out of food for a whole 5 hours.
then we watched the movie, and around 12:30 tried to go to bed...
sleeping didn't work out so well right away because the guys in the back were having another "get together". they refused to even call it a party when speaking to the sheriff i had quietly had dispatched. hey, they signed the same legally binding contract i did to live in this building - the one that says we have quiet hours from 10pm until 8am. apparently, there used to be a big problem with them being loud. hmm. what a wonder! the last time i talked to the landlord about it, she called them and they flat out lied to her "oh NO, WE haven't had any parties in AGES!". and i bet that is precisely why they keep a beer pong table set up in their garage. because they aren't partying. anyway, the landlord asked me to call the police if there were people over at night and they were being loud so that she could get written proof that would hold up if she wanted to throw them out. thing is, as long as i can sleep at night, i don't really care... and right after the sheriff left, all the people downstairs left, and i floated off to blissful lala land.
when i woke up today, i really had no idea what to do with myself. i have been working so much, i think i'm getting used to not being home. that idea in itself just hurts my brain. i like my home, and i like being in it. spotty and i ended up going to naples to get "grape stuff". the original idea was go get a grape pie, but i won't eat a whole pie and instead opted for a tart. and a grape-filled cookie. and a pack of 4 little maple sugar candies.
of course i DIDN'T eat all that junk right away, just the tart because it didn't have a lid. we headed back up the lake toward cheshire with a stop at a lookout point. that view off county road 12 is just awesome. then we decided we were hungry and so got our butts to cheshire and ate at a little tiny restaurant across from the company store. the whole time, i felt like i was sitting in someone else's kitchen, and thought i should be doing some sort of food preparatory chore.
as soon as we were done eating, we did a bit of wandering around the company store, and then decided we needed to see some puppies. to canandaigua pet depot we went! then to the pet store across the street to peek at the little monkey they have there, and from there back up 332 to countrymax to see THOSE critters... their ferrets were actually awake! i don't think i've ever been in a pet shop when the ferrets were awake. cute little buggers they are. almost makes me want one... if it wasn't for the smell...
then we came home, where spotty proceeded to die on the couch. well, no, she didn't really die, but she thought she might be dying and sleep was the ailment remedy. i let her sleep for a while and then put in a movie, which has recently ended and now i'm sitting here typing and waiting for my mac & cheese to be cool enough to eat. i think after dinner i'm going to read for a bit.
the moral of the story is: being abrasive isn't all bad, as long as you're witty and not a drunk.
oh wait, maybe it isn't. let me try that again.
the moral of the story is: don't be loud when i am trying to sleep. noise is a reason for meeting the police that you've probably never considered.
wait. that still isn't right. one more time...
the moral of the story is: after working 6 days in a row, i am a little insane. packing a billion things into 28 hours of free time is NOT a good idea. unless you really are insane. like me. i should be marked *please do not try this at home*. heh.
ehh. i guess that's a bit closer at least.
i'm going. now the mac & cheese is cool enough to eat. buh bye!
my whole day was not as... entertaining. well, maybe it was. i started a shift at OfficeMax at 8:30am with my newly appointed wedding date, ben, and the "new girl" heather. she's not really that new, but she only works weekends, so it still seems like it. the day was going pretty well (as in it is my *hey i know this job like the back of my hand* job) until ben got sick and had to leave early. he looked like somebody bleached him then punched him in the face. pale as anything with big black circles around red eyes. so yeah, home early for him.
before ben left, he told me to call him when i got done. he has some furniture that he's getting rid of, and wanted me to come take a look at it to see if i want it. so, my shift ended (after i had spent most of it on the phone with help desk for our computers locking us out, and with a store in las vegas trying to organize a big account job to be done for delivery 1st thing monday morning), i called ben, and then came home to change & get spotty. we went to ben's to look at the furniture (a bedroom set minus bed: low long dresser, bureau, 2 nightstands, and a big mirror) which YES we want! it's all solid wood, but the dimensions will fit up our stairs! now we just have to figure out how to get it home next weekend. we left right away so he could get some more rest... and ended up at the crappiest mall in rochester! we ate some pizza, wandered around a bit, left to grocery shop, and came home. the cats nearly gnawed our toes at the door. they'd been out of food for a whole 5 hours.
then we watched the movie, and around 12:30 tried to go to bed... sleeping didn't work out so well right away because the guys in the back were having another "get together". they refused to even call it a party when speaking to the sheriff i had quietly had dispatched. hey, they signed the same legally binding contract i did to live in this building - the one that says we have quiet hours from 10pm until 8am. apparently, there used to be a big problem with them being loud. hmm. what a wonder! the last time i talked to the landlord about it, she called them and they flat out lied to her "oh NO, WE haven't had any parties in AGES!". and i bet that is precisely why they keep a beer pong table set up in their garage. because they aren't partying. anyway, the landlord asked me to call the police if there were people over at night and they were being loud so that she could get written proof that would hold up if she wanted to throw them out. thing is, as long as i can sleep at night, i don't really care... and right after the sheriff left, all the people downstairs left, and i floated off to blissful lala land.
when i woke up today, i really had no idea what to do with myself. i have been working so much, i think i'm getting used to not being home. that idea in itself just hurts my brain. i like my home, and i like being in it. spotty and i ended up going to naples to get "grape stuff". the original idea was go get a grape pie, but i won't eat a whole pie and instead opted for a tart. and a grape-filled cookie. and a pack of 4 little maple sugar candies.
of course i DIDN'T eat all that junk right away, just the tart because it didn't have a lid. we headed back up the lake toward cheshire with a stop at a lookout point. that view off county road 12 is just awesome. then we decided we were hungry and so got our butts to cheshire and ate at a little tiny restaurant across from the company store. the whole time, i felt like i was sitting in someone else's kitchen, and thought i should be doing some sort of food preparatory chore.
as soon as we were done eating, we did a bit of wandering around the company store, and then decided we needed to see some puppies. to canandaigua pet depot we went! then to the pet store across the street to peek at the little monkey they have there, and from there back up 332 to countrymax to see THOSE critters... their ferrets were actually awake! i don't think i've ever been in a pet shop when the ferrets were awake. cute little buggers they are. almost makes me want one... if it wasn't for the smell...then we came home, where spotty proceeded to die on the couch. well, no, she didn't really die, but she thought she might be dying and sleep was the ailment remedy. i let her sleep for a while and then put in a movie, which has recently ended and now i'm sitting here typing and waiting for my mac & cheese to be cool enough to eat. i think after dinner i'm going to read for a bit.
the moral of the story is: being abrasive isn't all bad, as long as you're witty and not a drunk.
oh wait, maybe it isn't. let me try that again.
the moral of the story is: don't be loud when i am trying to sleep. noise is a reason for meeting the police that you've probably never considered.
wait. that still isn't right. one more time...
the moral of the story is: after working 6 days in a row, i am a little insane. packing a billion things into 28 hours of free time is NOT a good idea. unless you really are insane. like me. i should be marked *please do not try this at home*. heh.
ehh. i guess that's a bit closer at least.
i'm going. now the mac & cheese is cool enough to eat. buh bye!