Funny thing is, I realized I really only write journals when I've got things to work out - but that usually means it's when I'm angry. Frustrated is a completely different thing. I deal with that in different ways. When things go well, though, I don't tend to write as much because I have too much to do. Which really doesn't make sense, because I often have too much to do.
I still haven't gotten the pool started. I'm thinking my family's expecting me to do it alone, too. Yay me.
On the bright side, Abbi mentioned it's only two more weeks until our road trip. Fifteen more days. Dude.
Well anyway, you know how I said I really wanted to go to bed last night? I didn't. Not really. I did watch an episode of Supernatural, and I did have popcorn, but I suddenly decided I was going to change the music up on my phone. It was dying anyway, so I had it plugged into my laptop to charge up. Well, I was up until almost six o'clock in the morning adding music to that thing. It takes a while for it to sync onto the phone, but I also read through pretty much every song I own. I know I'm missing a couple dubstep songs because they're so terribly marked, but I'll figure out what those are later. I also know I need to go through what I put on my phone and change the format of the songs that aren't in *.mp3 format. All of my new Hollywood Undead and Gaelic Storm songs aren't in that format and they aren't showing up. I want my Gaelic Storm back. They always make me laugh.
"by Christ, she was a scary ol' doll
A voice out of hell and with a temper to boot
Arms like a navvy and a face like dried fruit"
"Hearing the noise she kicked open the doorYeah, so I want to do that before we go on our road trip. Funny thing is, though, I don't think anyone but us realize that we're being serious about this trip. I keep mentioning it to my parents, but I don't think they know I'm leaving. And Abbi's having the same problem with her mom. We've got most of it planned out by now, too, which is awesome. Nicole said that we can stay at her house after we leave from work Tuesday, but I need to forewarn her that we probably won't be there until, like, one or two in the morning. Yeah, I should probably mention that. I still gotta figure out if I'm bringing up the rabbit I butchered for Mary to cook. But if I do that, I'll probably need to go to an auction to buy a couple more and butcher a couple more. I'll shoot them in the heads this time. I don't want to deal with their screaming flailingness.
Snails and Harvey were spread cross the floor
'You're three hours late!!' she screamed, as loud as she could
'What's your excuse? This had better be good!'
Well he looks down at the snails and with a confident air
He says 'Five more feet lads, we're nearly there.'"
Turns out, I don't like killing. I just can.
Although, I'm very happy to admit that I haven't felt apathetic lately at all. Tired maybe. Frustrated maybe. Angry, sure. But not apathetic. It feels kind of good.
Yeah, so I need to update the music on my phone and see if I can't go through some of the music a little more to add some more music that I don't quite know yet. Or go through my Pandora playlist and figure out what I liked and download all of that onto my phone. I still do have a crazy hodgepodge of music on there. Some Beatles, some Enya, some Eminem, some Of Mice and Men. Yeah, that's all normal music everyone listens to. At the same time.
I fell asleep like a box of rocks last night. It felt so good. Though I woke up just a little after three - though I guess it was four - in a panic because I didn't realize I slept in so late. It felt good to sleep, y'know? And I went to bed so fucking late.
I didn't even have time to take care of my rabbits today. I just went straight to work, pretty much. And when I got there, nearly everyone was already there. That does not happen often. I don't much like it. I like being the early one. But that did mean that my Abbi was already there. Even though Ralph, Scott, and Wes were all there, I got to choose who goes where. It's kind of been a thing lately. They don't even bother, but just leave it up to me. I immediately put Sterphy on the back make-line and Von on cut table. But then I had Abbi and Kayla. Kayla was later than the rest of us - probably the only one actually on time - and the whole time before she got there, I freaked out. Because I wanted Abbi up with me, but at the same time Kayla's kind of my "replacement" while I'm gone and I felt bad putting her on phones. That's what I did anyway.
The day started out slowly. Ralph told me he only got a hit rack and a half done, but it's better than nothing. So Abbi and I started working on that right away. We got a few hours, but we finished the hit racks fairly quickly. I like it when people help me with the hit racks. It makes them feel like they go by so much faster. I don't think they really do. Maybe a few minutes per rack.
I mean, the day never really got busy. It was just ... steady. Plus, we had Justin start today, and that kid is fucking taller than I remember. Who am I calling kid? He graduated with me. I wouldn't be surprised if he's older than me. Pretty much everyone is. The guy was kind of clueless, though. He just asked so many questions that I thought were either common sense or he'd already asked before. He only took four actual deliveries and two to the track meet, and every time I started explaining where roads were, he had to remind me that he had a GPS. But fuck the GPS, really. It's much easier to just know where the hell you're going. Though I did tell him the best way to Mrs. Earle's house.
He's not as bad as I thought he'd be. He's a bit cocky. I asked him what the screw thing on the slicer would be called and he turned around and told me it was a stud. Just like him. Yeah, right. But he still kind of strikes me as a bit dumb. He had to mop the back tonight and he asked me how to mop. He seriously didn't know how to mop. And it was obvious while I watched him.
Jake helped him out whenever he could - since Jake was covering for Matt since Matt covered for Jake Sunday - but it was mostly just me and Justin near the end of the night. I let Sterphy go first, and then Von. I let Kayla and Abbi go at the same time, but Abbi stuck around a little longer and swept for Jake. Hell, I didn't mind. We were cuddly at work whenever we had some down time, and I think Von noticed. He said something at one point - I forget what exactly - and I know I responded with only body language, but very suggestively anyway. Though Sterphy kind of ruined the whole moment with some stupid comment that threw all of us off.
It really wasn't a bad night, though. Justin had some serious issues counting his money and he stayed till a few minutes to close - off the clock - but Jake and I made somewhat good time. Got out of there about half past ten. No one ordered the last half hour or so, and I certainly didn't mind.
Ralph fixed my hours for yesterday. Ended up getting seven hours yesterday, but only five and a half today. First day that's less than seven hours. But I am at over thirty hours for the week, and I still have a night closing with Nate tomorrow. Almost at fifty hours for the paycheck. I'll be rather sad if I don't get over sixty. I need to get over sixty.
Oh, apparently someone left a bad review of Classic Pizza online, and now Ralph's all paranoid. He said that the customer wrote that someone was walking around without a shirt on inside, the food was poor and flat, and that it took forever for us to get to him/her as they waited in carry-out. Now, I'm fairly certain they mentioned that this was a review on a Thursday, which meant that there was no chance that I was there, but even so, neither me or Wes remember anyone walking around without a shirt. No one does that. Maybe a customer will walk in without one on, but none of us would. But, to retaliate, Ralph said he'd send some people he knew in as dummies, but we wouldn't be able to tell, which means I have to be nice to people. I already make a good pizza whether or not I like it, so I doubt I have much to worry about there. I just have to be nice to people. I don't like doing that.
I hope this goes away soon. Along with the talk about adding hidden cameras.
Abbi gave me a note card today, telling me about her other journal. I finally got to read the journal she talked about - that was not on Tumblr. Only one journal, which made me smile, but still. I kind of feel bad. But those feelings she described there within? I get it. I really, really do. And it just ... ugh. We get to be all cuddly Thursday, at least. And Saturday. And that makes me happy. My Abbi makes me happy. I love my Abbi.
And I can't wait for this road trip with her. Just me, her, and the open road. Oh, and Zippity. My car may be important.
SONG OF THE DAY: Young ~ Hollywood Undead
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