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devilgrrlMy feet hurt. I'd soak them if I had a pan big enough, but I don't. Someday, I'm going to buy a foot spa. Though I hope to be long out of retail by then, I'm sure Steven or I could still use it, since we'll both be in education and therefore, on our feet a lot.
Eh, they feel a little bit better now that I've rubbed some lotion on them and put my Hello Kitty slippers on. This is one of the many reasons why I love Target: adult sized Hello Kitty sneakers. I've also put on water for a cup of mint green tea and am surfing the 'net "window shopping". This all should help me relax from the mind-bendingly stupid couple of days I've had.
Yesterday was only midling on the irksome scale. Finally met Steven's brother, Mark, and his wife, Tracy. We went out to brunch (brunch because Steven's mother picked a huge fight with him about the fact that my mum bought the kid a pair of pants for XMas, as well as the fact that I was coming, which is another story...) with them, Steven's nephew Laine, and his parents. The latter are mad with Steven because a) he's not home, doing their beck and call 24/7, b) he's dating me. This is a no-no because we all know that people who divorce curl up and die, and c) they're cranky, miserable, old people who have nothing better to do than make everyone else unhappy. You know these kind of people: they refused to give your ball back when it fell in their yard accidently and possibly baked it black out of spite. These are Steven's parents.
I digress. Even though they knew when Steven left, post-argument, and we called to let them know we'd be a bit late because the roads were snowy, they had ordered by the time we got there. I think we spent a combined 20 minutes with them there and it was the most uncomfortable experience of my life. I'm telling you, having a pap smear would have been more fun. His mother is not speaking to me for some unfathomable reason. His father follows his mother's lead because she's an unimaginable pain in the ass. On the other hand, after they left, I did comiserate with Tracy about being driven nuts by them. Yay! An ally!
We did a bit of cleaning in the basement to avoid seeing them and simulatanously see a bit more of Mark and Tracy. We're going to be doing some serious cleaning tomorrow, as well. Went to PetSmart for fish meds (the pleco has a fungue or something) and a couple more fish. We now have the diamond tetra (Jaws), the mouldy pleco, three neons (all named Karen, thanks to the kid), and a male and female pair of long finned leopard danios (1 & 2). I guess the medication is working fine. The pleco is less mouldy looking, except for the gross bubble on one eye, and is eating fine. Only 5 more days of medication. Yay. The stuff smells like an apothecary.
Hung out here, had coffee, unloaded the assload of tea, candy, and various sundry items we picked up at this discount candy store near Steven's. The place is dangerous. We picked up a couple boxes of Bigelow Tea for $1.49 each. We also picked up some funky Wimbeldon chocolates, some nice Swiss chocolate, dried apricots, 4 Bombas (energy drinks in grenade-shaped bottles) and Pfeffernuesse, which are spicier gingersnaps. Oh, and a pack of gel pens. This is a strange place, indeed.
Opened a couple of remaining presents here (pants from my mum and play-doh from my neighbour, Marilyn) and did Pizza Hut for dinner. Was dutifully impressed: there were no chicken & fries tantrums and the kid ate and enjoyed the pizza. Went from there to see Mum and Bruce, both of whom are far more interesting than Steven and me, most likely because they're new and more likely to say yes to things we've said no to. Gotta love kids.
Actually, the morning was good here, too. I got my fab absinthe calendar, which I still need to put up, but these are details. I hit Marshalls to try and find a plain, black turtleneck. You would not believe what a bitch this was. There literally were two in the whole place: one from Express in M and one from DKNY, also in M. Thankfully, the DKNY one fit, because I really wanted a black turtleneck to go with the new GAP skirt. Better still, I only paid $15 for the top. It was orginally $49.99.
Argh! Emeril just used the phrase "red gravy". This will not be funny unless you know someone from either Fall River or North Providence. Red gravy is, for the unenlightened, tomato sauce. No where else in the world is it called this. Another reason I love Rhode Island. (Also for the unenlightened: despite what Massachusetts believes, Fall River is not part of it, but part of Rhode Island. This is also true for Seekonk and other border towns.)
Digressing again. Had lunch at Friendly's, then off to my 6.5 hours of hell. It was super dead tonight and despite that, I did not read either of my newspapers or my absinthe book. I did put all my important dates on my calendar, eyed the posters that I want in the poster bin, played with the kid for a bit, and then... all hell broke loose.
I think I made the mistake of saying that my night was going pretty well. I had a woman come in with the More Butt, Less Buggy version of Sleigh Bells (aka the Horse's Ass picture) and decide she wanted a refund. She found something of for about half of what she paid and she wanted the rest of her money back. In cash. The flaw in this logic is that she paid by cheque and also that, normally, we do not give back cash refunds for anything $50 and over. She threw a fit, upsetting everyone else in the store, especially the customers behind her, who were planning on making a $100+ purchase. To quiet her, I gave her the money and sent her on her bitchy way. I, then, call my manager who launches into this tirade about how seasonal customers suck and if she wants the cash back so badly, she can come in Monday or talk to her over the phone and I am, under no circumstances, to give back the cash. I point out to the boss that our holiday return policy states anything under $100 has to be refunded, cash or charge. Only more than $100 has to be refunded by a cheque. Sigh.
As I'm finishing this fiasco, the help wanted sign falls. Just like BOOM! out of nowhere and shatters all over the floor that I have oh, so recently vacuumed. Between paperwork, cleaning up the glass, and time on the phone with Julie, I did not get out of there until 9:50. I hate retail.
This brings me full circle: drinking tea, lotioning my sore feet, and surfing the 'net. Took my codiene cough syrup and sudafed. I should probably think about getting some sleep, but I'm still a little wound up. I've volunteered to do some massive cleaning in Steven's basement tomorrow. This is either true love or I'm a gargantuan sucker. Probably a bit of both. I have ulterior motives, though. He has a disk chair that I want and also if I help him clean there, I can probably ask nicely for him to help me take the tree down here.
~*~
Well, back to reality Monday. I've totally enjoyed this vacation for the most part. Mum's basically not been home for the last two weeks, which means I have the place to myself. I love that. I can walk around naked anytime I want, I don't have to do the dishes 35 seconds after I've finished eating. I can leave things out and still have them there when I come home. It's fab.
Steven's back to work on Monday, as well. I know he'll be glad to be working again, but the vacation was nice. We've actually been spending more time at the house since it's been blissfully quiet. We visited with friends, went to a couple parties, watched movies, and generally relaxed. I'm ignoring that I was sick for some of it and work was still stressful, but things were basically low key.
I've got to call UMass Monday to have my application reactivated. I also need to register for classes and make sure my financial aid is all set. I also think I might hang out with Erin Monday.
Monday also starts my hunt for a new job. I'm tired of dealing with Julie's crap at work, I hate how the schedule is down, and, to be honest, I hate the 6-7 hour shifts with no double coverage. Because I love no breaks and it's totally legal, too. The only good thing is that my hours will be a little more truncated now. My week-ends are going to be reduced to mainly Sundays and I may pick up an additional Monday. I just can't deal with the bullshit.
I should go put up my calendar now.
Eh, they feel a little bit better now that I've rubbed some lotion on them and put my Hello Kitty slippers on. This is one of the many reasons why I love Target: adult sized Hello Kitty sneakers. I've also put on water for a cup of mint green tea and am surfing the 'net "window shopping". This all should help me relax from the mind-bendingly stupid couple of days I've had.
Yesterday was only midling on the irksome scale. Finally met Steven's brother, Mark, and his wife, Tracy. We went out to brunch (brunch because Steven's mother picked a huge fight with him about the fact that my mum bought the kid a pair of pants for XMas, as well as the fact that I was coming, which is another story...) with them, Steven's nephew Laine, and his parents. The latter are mad with Steven because a) he's not home, doing their beck and call 24/7, b) he's dating me. This is a no-no because we all know that people who divorce curl up and die, and c) they're cranky, miserable, old people who have nothing better to do than make everyone else unhappy. You know these kind of people: they refused to give your ball back when it fell in their yard accidently and possibly baked it black out of spite. These are Steven's parents.
I digress. Even though they knew when Steven left, post-argument, and we called to let them know we'd be a bit late because the roads were snowy, they had ordered by the time we got there. I think we spent a combined 20 minutes with them there and it was the most uncomfortable experience of my life. I'm telling you, having a pap smear would have been more fun. His mother is not speaking to me for some unfathomable reason. His father follows his mother's lead because she's an unimaginable pain in the ass. On the other hand, after they left, I did comiserate with Tracy about being driven nuts by them. Yay! An ally!
We did a bit of cleaning in the basement to avoid seeing them and simulatanously see a bit more of Mark and Tracy. We're going to be doing some serious cleaning tomorrow, as well. Went to PetSmart for fish meds (the pleco has a fungue or something) and a couple more fish. We now have the diamond tetra (Jaws), the mouldy pleco, three neons (all named Karen, thanks to the kid), and a male and female pair of long finned leopard danios (1 & 2). I guess the medication is working fine. The pleco is less mouldy looking, except for the gross bubble on one eye, and is eating fine. Only 5 more days of medication. Yay. The stuff smells like an apothecary.
Hung out here, had coffee, unloaded the assload of tea, candy, and various sundry items we picked up at this discount candy store near Steven's. The place is dangerous. We picked up a couple boxes of Bigelow Tea for $1.49 each. We also picked up some funky Wimbeldon chocolates, some nice Swiss chocolate, dried apricots, 4 Bombas (energy drinks in grenade-shaped bottles) and Pfeffernuesse, which are spicier gingersnaps. Oh, and a pack of gel pens. This is a strange place, indeed.
Opened a couple of remaining presents here (pants from my mum and play-doh from my neighbour, Marilyn) and did Pizza Hut for dinner. Was dutifully impressed: there were no chicken & fries tantrums and the kid ate and enjoyed the pizza. Went from there to see Mum and Bruce, both of whom are far more interesting than Steven and me, most likely because they're new and more likely to say yes to things we've said no to. Gotta love kids.
Actually, the morning was good here, too. I got my fab absinthe calendar, which I still need to put up, but these are details. I hit Marshalls to try and find a plain, black turtleneck. You would not believe what a bitch this was. There literally were two in the whole place: one from Express in M and one from DKNY, also in M. Thankfully, the DKNY one fit, because I really wanted a black turtleneck to go with the new GAP skirt. Better still, I only paid $15 for the top. It was orginally $49.99.
Argh! Emeril just used the phrase "red gravy". This will not be funny unless you know someone from either Fall River or North Providence. Red gravy is, for the unenlightened, tomato sauce. No where else in the world is it called this. Another reason I love Rhode Island. (Also for the unenlightened: despite what Massachusetts believes, Fall River is not part of it, but part of Rhode Island. This is also true for Seekonk and other border towns.)
Digressing again. Had lunch at Friendly's, then off to my 6.5 hours of hell. It was super dead tonight and despite that, I did not read either of my newspapers or my absinthe book. I did put all my important dates on my calendar, eyed the posters that I want in the poster bin, played with the kid for a bit, and then... all hell broke loose.
I think I made the mistake of saying that my night was going pretty well. I had a woman come in with the More Butt, Less Buggy version of Sleigh Bells (aka the Horse's Ass picture) and decide she wanted a refund. She found something of for about half of what she paid and she wanted the rest of her money back. In cash. The flaw in this logic is that she paid by cheque and also that, normally, we do not give back cash refunds for anything $50 and over. She threw a fit, upsetting everyone else in the store, especially the customers behind her, who were planning on making a $100+ purchase. To quiet her, I gave her the money and sent her on her bitchy way. I, then, call my manager who launches into this tirade about how seasonal customers suck and if she wants the cash back so badly, she can come in Monday or talk to her over the phone and I am, under no circumstances, to give back the cash. I point out to the boss that our holiday return policy states anything under $100 has to be refunded, cash or charge. Only more than $100 has to be refunded by a cheque. Sigh.
As I'm finishing this fiasco, the help wanted sign falls. Just like BOOM! out of nowhere and shatters all over the floor that I have oh, so recently vacuumed. Between paperwork, cleaning up the glass, and time on the phone with Julie, I did not get out of there until 9:50. I hate retail.
This brings me full circle: drinking tea, lotioning my sore feet, and surfing the 'net. Took my codiene cough syrup and sudafed. I should probably think about getting some sleep, but I'm still a little wound up. I've volunteered to do some massive cleaning in Steven's basement tomorrow. This is either true love or I'm a gargantuan sucker. Probably a bit of both. I have ulterior motives, though. He has a disk chair that I want and also if I help him clean there, I can probably ask nicely for him to help me take the tree down here.
Well, back to reality Monday. I've totally enjoyed this vacation for the most part. Mum's basically not been home for the last two weeks, which means I have the place to myself. I love that. I can walk around naked anytime I want, I don't have to do the dishes 35 seconds after I've finished eating. I can leave things out and still have them there when I come home. It's fab.
Steven's back to work on Monday, as well. I know he'll be glad to be working again, but the vacation was nice. We've actually been spending more time at the house since it's been blissfully quiet. We visited with friends, went to a couple parties, watched movies, and generally relaxed. I'm ignoring that I was sick for some of it and work was still stressful, but things were basically low key.
I've got to call UMass Monday to have my application reactivated. I also need to register for classes and make sure my financial aid is all set. I also think I might hang out with Erin Monday.
Monday also starts my hunt for a new job. I'm tired of dealing with Julie's crap at work, I hate how the schedule is down, and, to be honest, I hate the 6-7 hour shifts with no double coverage. Because I love no breaks and it's totally legal, too. The only good thing is that my hours will be a little more truncated now. My week-ends are going to be reduced to mainly Sundays and I may pick up an additional Monday. I just can't deal with the bullshit.
I should go put up my calendar now.