My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

So I have to go to work in a little bit and I really don't want to. On the other hand, I realize that I might have to keep working there past Christmas or I won't have enought money to get me into the city for my new theater gig. Rarrrrrggghhhhhhhhh...... I just felt like complaining for a bit. I can't wait for Christmas! I'm excited to hand out all my presents and of couse I can't wait to see what I got from everyone else. Ok, the glare from my window is hindering my vision of the screen, so this blog has to end now. Rargghh again.

Now that I have taken another dose of Alka Seltzer Cold (specifically for nose and throat cold symptoms), I shall make a quick couple of notes before snuggling up and watching Charlie Brown Christmas on tv. I have truly crossed over into the world of complete losers/insane people. I'm AD-ing Shoestring. Again. I was asked to come back, and offered a decent amount of money for it, so I took the oppportunity. Hell, I'm excited!!! I missed Shoestring so much (even when my kids made me absolutely insane), that I would have gone back and done the job for free. So, for the first time in my life, I'll be getting paid for something that I truly love to do. In other news... Just a few weeks left at the toy sore and I couldn't be happier. All of the songs on Rosie O'Donnell's "Rosie Christmas" CD's would be sooooo much better if they didn't have Rosie O'Donnell singing on them. My sister will be home later on tonight and we sh

Here i sit on a Sunday morning, trying to keep myself from playing Game Cube. There's no point in playing for just 20 minutes, which is about all I have before I start getting ready for work. Blarrrgghhhhhhhhh! I just do not want to go to work today. The novelty wore off a while ago. At least, the idea of this job being a vacation wore off a while ago. Yes, I know that being a manager anywhere is hard work. But between babysitting the kids (the one who actually work there), helping old people who have no clue what they're doing, and repeatedly playing bomb squad with angry soccer moms ("What do you mean I can't return it?!? I want to speak to a manager!"), I am worn out by the end of the day. Not to mention all of the merchandising and stock work that I get to do. The only privilege to being a manager at this point is that I can come up with a reason to sit in the office and hide. I've only done that once, though. Well, I gotta get going. In and out of the sho

That's how I felt when I looked at my lottery tickets a minute ago. I matched 2 numbers on the Pick-6, but you have to match 3 in order to win $3. And I always match at least one friggin Mega Millions number. Just one. Anyhoo, splurged on Mario Party 6 today for the Cube. Amazing. Oh, the fun I will have when I gather up some pals and we kick back some suds while battling it out on MP6. It's gonna be great. That's all for now, I guess I'll head off to bed soon.

so I was talking to Andre the other day and I was remarking on how it's already December. I just got used to the fact that it's not summer anymore, and winter is just a few weeks away. I realized that the time has flown by so fast because I have mentally supressed so much of the stuff that has happened since graduation. Essentially, the majority of my summer doesn't exist anymore in my memory because I was slaving away at The Evil Place. There's 4 months down the drain right there. The only things that I remember are my Six Flags excursion with Andre, and Rachel's visit at the end of July. Most of my internship has been blanked out too, so there's another month gone. Therefore, according to my mental calendar, it's only... mid-July?!? Wow. Once again, my advice to anyone who's in college right now is to never graduate. Take my experience over the past seven months and ask yourself if you really want to go through that. Yeah, I didn't think so.

I'm famous! Well, kinda famous. Notorious is probably a better word. Anyhoo, I went on a shopping excursion today and decided to stop by The Evil Place (new readers can look at entries from this summer for more info) to pick up some cheesecake. I was awarded somewhat of a hero's welcome...seeing the faces of the few people I actually liked working with was nice. I also found out that my Labor Day walkout has been christened with my name. In other words, my former bakery compatriots threaten to "pull an Amber" whenever they aren't getting treated right. And the managers apparently get plenty worried at the possibility of such a thing happening. I have won. Everything has come full circle and I have finally found closure. It feels good. So I bought myself a vest at the Gap and went home to bask in all of my fabulousness. And my cheesecake was one of the best slices I had ever eaten.