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Jessica (litai115) wrote,
@ 2003-12-07 01:32:00
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    Current mood: blah
    Current music:Punk Goes Acoustic

    we get by just fine here on minimum wage, if love is a labor i'll slave til the end, i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
    So much to say, now that I'm in the mood to talk.

    Yesterday I went shopping for Jen at Palisades, and ended up buying myself three presents to her one. I got a Nightmare Before Christmas sweatshirt, a pack of bracelets, and Punk Goes Acoustic, probably the best CD I found in a long time, with acoustic pieces by Yellowcard and Rufio and oh-so-many others. Afterwards, all the fun started.

    So let's talk about how we had an actual blizzard. It was a complete white-out. And the poets still came for Def Poetry Jam. And I met and spoke with cute, passionate, intelligent guys. It made me wish I had any actual social skills. But alas, I don't. And the poetry was amazing. Ramapo's poets and the Def Poets. The whole night was so much fun. Wow.

    Anyway, I had switched shifts with Melissa on her behest, so as I was trudging home in the blizzard from Friend's Hall back to my dorm at 1 AM, I was not worried, because I didn't have to be at work until 3. I slept until 12, and when I got up I called the store to see if it was open -- because there was so much snow on the ground and even more falling. It was open. And she informed me that I was supposed to be there four hours ago. Which means Melissa never showed up.

    [Oh, and how I wanted to rip her throat out for getting me in trouble before I even woke up.]

    So I hauled ass to work in the snow. It was a terrible drive. Melissa never showed up. Then I got a migraine, and almost passed out. Then Val, Janine and I were talking about what time I should be allowed to go, and I was trying to negotiate for an earlier time, since I technically came in earlier than the shift I was supposed to be covering, though later than the shift I was given. Josh felt the need to tell Janine he was the only 12-8 on the schedule, and Melissa was 3-10, and then ask to go on break. So I started crying, told Dave I was going to slit Josh's throat, and went out to sit in the hallway with my bottle of water, crying my eyes out because I couldn't make the headache stop. [You must understand, I have never had a migraine before, and I genuinely thought I might die.] Because I have never cried at work, it became a huge deal that I'm sure everybody talked about all night. I wouldn't know, though, because Janine followed me into the hall and told me I could go home, because she knows how bad it probably felt.

    However, I know there's a catch somewhere that I haven't found. And I was $100 below commission this week, so I'll have to make that up next week. And she's probably really pissed about it. But it's not like I made myself sick.

    The best part of it, though, was how much Dave and Ashley and Laura and Valerie actually cared. When I went to leave, Val scribbled her number down and gave me a hug and a kiss and told me to call her later. I mean, I didn't call her, but it was a nice gesture.

    Then I drove home in the snow with the migraine. The plows had blocked in where the spots were, and so I had to get out [with the migraine, in the snow] to shovel myself a spot. Argh.

    But anyway, I came home and called my mom to talk to her. I cleared 14 messages out of my school voice mail. And then I took a forty minute nap, made about eight pounds of pasta so I don't have to cook all week, and have subsequently been sitting online talking to Brain from Nanuet, whose LJ I found awhile ago and then discovered he was from Nanuet, etc. So we're chatting about various things, like how AIM is life. Or something like that.

    Anyway, I have to write my paper for American Presidency. That way I can spend next week working on the paper for Modern Comparative Politics (ugh...but only 10% of my grade). Then finals. And then I go home and start commuting to The Pet Company. Argh.

    I also have laundry to do tomorrow. Shoot me in the head.

    Everything good about this semester (i.e., Def Poetry Jam) is now behind me...time to just do what I have to do. The only good thing I can think of is that my 8:30 American Government is cancelled on Monday, so I can sleep in a little more.

    Also, I went on a downhill slide around Thursday. So I have to really prevent that from happening again this week. At least the five days of working out, if not Saturday too. It's going to be a lot harder starting next week, because I won't even be getting out of work until 11. So that means I'm going to slack on the 6 AM workout so that I can get enough sleep -- I'm going to make sure I workout every day, and go to 6 AM workouts in the new year, once the job settles down.

    Okay, I guess I'm done now, because I'm getting spread pretty thin...Nite.



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