So I just received a pretty hilarious text, which finally brought me up from the wallowing I had been doing while at work. It read, "So Ali and I thought you would really like this. I was kissing a guy with a septum ring and our respective nose rings got caught together and stuck."
God, I love life.
Oh, and what was my response?
"That brings up a few very awkward possibilities in the future. Be sure to ask him where other piercings are located."
BAHAHA.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Work again today. Today I'm closing back, which is eight hours of slowly dying inside amongst grease and sesame seeds.
I've been at Burger King forever, at least in fast food time. I got the job there the summer I turned 16. Everyone I started work with is gone besides for a few of the older ladies in the morning and two of the managers. I'm not sure why I've stayed there so long. It's probably because I'm too lazy to find another job. It's probably because I'm absolutely adverse to change of any kind. I know what I'm doing when it comes to my job. To be completely honest, there is hardly anything I hate more than being wrong or looking stupid. To put it simplistically, I'm a perfectionist.
I also really like most of the people I work with at BK. In the time I've been there, I've come into contact with so many people that I'll never forget, for either good things or bad things. My first real friend I made there was named Rosanna. I haven't spoken to her in a year. She was the first person to make me comfortable there and we used to have the dumbest inside jokes, but she made me like my first job.
My old manager, Shasta, was amazing too. The summer of 2007 was a really difficult time in my life, and I started calling her "Mom" for a reason. Shasta just listened to me and offered advice. I remember how much I cried when she got transferred to the other Burger King.
Then there was Jon and Ashton. I definitely met them at yet another crossroads in my life. They made sure I had a lot of fun (responsibly for the most part) and Ashton in particular always offered a shoulder to cry on.
And now, I'm off to close with Kayla. No one can make me smile like she can.
So yes, I hate HATE hate my job. But I love the amazing and ridiculous people I get to work with. I think I'll expand on this post later....
I've been at Burger King forever, at least in fast food time. I got the job there the summer I turned 16. Everyone I started work with is gone besides for a few of the older ladies in the morning and two of the managers. I'm not sure why I've stayed there so long. It's probably because I'm too lazy to find another job. It's probably because I'm absolutely adverse to change of any kind. I know what I'm doing when it comes to my job. To be completely honest, there is hardly anything I hate more than being wrong or looking stupid. To put it simplistically, I'm a perfectionist.
I also really like most of the people I work with at BK. In the time I've been there, I've come into contact with so many people that I'll never forget, for either good things or bad things. My first real friend I made there was named Rosanna. I haven't spoken to her in a year. She was the first person to make me comfortable there and we used to have the dumbest inside jokes, but she made me like my first job.
My old manager, Shasta, was amazing too. The summer of 2007 was a really difficult time in my life, and I started calling her "Mom" for a reason. Shasta just listened to me and offered advice. I remember how much I cried when she got transferred to the other Burger King.
Then there was Jon and Ashton. I definitely met them at yet another crossroads in my life. They made sure I had a lot of fun (responsibly for the most part) and Ashton in particular always offered a shoulder to cry on.
And now, I'm off to close with Kayla. No one can make me smile like she can.
So yes, I hate HATE hate my job. But I love the amazing and ridiculous people I get to work with. I think I'll expand on this post later....
Friday, June 19, 2009
Midnight Blatherings.
Let's start with the least heavy stuff, I suppose. I went to visit my grandma today. She is doing so much better. Not stellar, but pretty damn good for the heart attack/stroke/pancreatitis attack conglomerate.
Anyway, today my dad requested that I stay home and go on a group visit to the hospital to see my grandma. I got a few invitations to go out with friends, and I figured that since I had already seen my grandma that day it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I left for a while.
Well, as it often happens with me, I got caught up in all the fun and was gone for a few hours instead of just one or two like I had promised. So now I feel like a terrible granddaughter.
On another, more emo note, I absolutely hate feeling alone when you're with a group. Sometimes I can be with my closest friends but still feel out of the loop. I kind of got that feeling today but I'm not sure why.
I'll write something better next time, I promise.
Anyway, today my dad requested that I stay home and go on a group visit to the hospital to see my grandma. I got a few invitations to go out with friends, and I figured that since I had already seen my grandma that day it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I left for a while.
Well, as it often happens with me, I got caught up in all the fun and was gone for a few hours instead of just one or two like I had promised. So now I feel like a terrible granddaughter.
On another, more emo note, I absolutely hate feeling alone when you're with a group. Sometimes I can be with my closest friends but still feel out of the loop. I kind of got that feeling today but I'm not sure why.
I'll write something better next time, I promise.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Popped It.
Well, everyone else I know has a blog. So I might as well begin one today, but it probably won't be updated too often or be full of entertaining anecdotes since my life is pretty much stagnant.
Anyway, it's been a week since graduation. I already have most of the things I will need for an apartment next year. I suppose one could say that Jordan and I are a little overzealous and could have waited, but I want to GTFO. Also, neither of us trust ourselves to save our precious graduation money so it was better now than later.
My grandmother was put in the hospital yesterday. For the past year she's had a horrible time with pancreatitis, which is caused by your pancreas being a bitch and refusing to help the rest of your body process food. Not only did she have a severe attack (which is accompanied by child labor-like pains and vomiting) but she also seems to have had a stroke. She was also home alone when it happened and it took her two hours to reach a phone.
I went to visit her yesterday, but it was a pretty fruitless attempt. She was so drugged up on morphine and the like that she will most likely never know that I was there. Nevertheless, I will most likely go back there today. One has to wonder why a person would visit someone who is mostly unconscious. I am notorious for not trusting people's intentions, even my own, so a part of me believes that the only reason I am going to visit her is to make me feel better. Not only because she was home alone when the attack occurred (I should have stayed with her, for god's sake) but because I am going to leave her until Tuesday to go to an amusement park. I know she would want me to go, but I always feel as if I'm not helping people enough and there is nothing I hate more that being a selfish person.
On an entirely different note, I hate elevators.
Anyway, it's been a week since graduation. I already have most of the things I will need for an apartment next year. I suppose one could say that Jordan and I are a little overzealous and could have waited, but I want to GTFO. Also, neither of us trust ourselves to save our precious graduation money so it was better now than later.
My grandmother was put in the hospital yesterday. For the past year she's had a horrible time with pancreatitis, which is caused by your pancreas being a bitch and refusing to help the rest of your body process food. Not only did she have a severe attack (which is accompanied by child labor-like pains and vomiting) but she also seems to have had a stroke. She was also home alone when it happened and it took her two hours to reach a phone.
I went to visit her yesterday, but it was a pretty fruitless attempt. She was so drugged up on morphine and the like that she will most likely never know that I was there. Nevertheless, I will most likely go back there today. One has to wonder why a person would visit someone who is mostly unconscious. I am notorious for not trusting people's intentions, even my own, so a part of me believes that the only reason I am going to visit her is to make me feel better. Not only because she was home alone when the attack occurred (I should have stayed with her, for god's sake) but because I am going to leave her until Tuesday to go to an amusement park. I know she would want me to go, but I always feel as if I'm not helping people enough and there is nothing I hate more that being a selfish person.
On an entirely different note, I hate elevators.
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