Too Long

I ... uh ... didn't watch another government lecture. I did take a shower, though, and take care of my rabbits. And put Millie up for sale on Craigslist. I had someone email me, like, almost immediately, too. I stayed around my house for another fifteen minutes as I waited for a second or third response, updated the HuckleBerry Farm website while I waited, and eventually decided I needed to get to Alyssa's. We had a marathon to watch, after all.

Alyssa's sisters are weird, by the way. Meg, I think, managed to knee herself in the elbow.

Ugh. I really don't want to write anymore. Not that I really did. I just had to, y'know? I don't wanna. I wanna go to bed, but I know I won't be able to because I needed caffeine to keep me awake all day today.

Um. Right.

Well, Alyssa and I settled down to watch season 2 Dollhouse and we got pretty far before her mom asked if Classic Pizza was alright and if I could get them an employee discount. I assured them I could, so we paused the show and got all that figured out. Her mom had to hand the phone over to me so that I could confirm to Sarah that I could get my discount on their pizza, and the wait began. With more Dollhouse. 'Tis good show. I thought it was plot-twisty in season 1. Well, season 2 did beat season 1, and I wasn't even to the worst of the plot twists yet.

Joss. I hate him I love him so much.

I told Alyssa's mom of our western pizza, so she ended up ordering it. I knew my Abbi had made the pizzas, and I kept commenting at how much toppings she put on the western. Seriously. My western slices fell apart all over the place. I forget that when I usually make westerns for myself (so, like, twice) I put half the toppings required on. She was skimpy on the barbecue sauce, though. It was almost disappointing. But I also knew that she was busy today, and I had absolutely no problem with the pizza. I'm just so sick of pizza, I don't think it mattered. I just needed to eat.

I mean, previously we went to Country Market as a pack of four giggling girls and bought a bag of candy for each of us. I ended up with M&M's. Alyssa drove me home because I forgot my work shirt - and I forgot my pillow twice - and I emailed the chick that was interested in Millie again. But M&M's aren't shit when you're hungry. Kinda made me sick after a while. Hmm. Can't imagine why.

I went through two Pepsi's that night, too. We did watch all of Dollhouse, though. Highly, highly, highly recommended. I told Alyssa that I couldn't wait to show Abbi. After ... all the other shows we have to watch. Heh. Though let's be honest here. What do I not want to do with Abbi?

We were texting all night. Mostly stupid fluff stuff back and forth, but I don't remember much of what we talked about. I just know that she went to bed about half an hour before we did. And I passed out, woke up only when Alyssa's sisters went off to school, and passed out again until a couple minutes before both Alyssa's and my alarms went off. At the same time. It was weird.

I ate breakfast in just a few minutes, changed, and was off to work. At nine thirty in the morning.

It wasn't too bad, though. Kayla was already there, so she took up position up front with Wes, which left me to take care of the back and cut table. It wasn't too bad at all. Time kind of flew, and before I knew it Ralph was back and it was twelve-thirty.

During my time there I learned that Wes would still be there for a while and I promised him that I'd close for him that night. Completely, totally forgot about my dentist appointment tomorrow morning. But I promised him. So I did it.

I did get a break from work, at least. I came home, no idea what I did, but eventually I decided to go out there and take care of the rabbits. The lady I was emailing decided she'd come over two o'clock to come take a look at Millie. A bit before two, a loud-ass car pulled up, a guy met me, and pretty much just took my Millie away.

They emailed me tonight and told me that they loved her and named her Pandora. No. She's Millie. You're not allowed to rename her, and certainly not tell me.

I miss my Millie. I liked her.

Afterwards, I meant to take a nap or watch an episode of Supernatural, since it's been a while, but I ended up playing with the HuckleBerry Farm website again to update some pictures and Millie's for-sale status and then switching over the Communication Mutation, the X-Men chat role play game site I'm trying to build. I played with forum settings for well over an hour and only decided near the end that I'm getting rid of all that code and building the forum from scratch. Also the blog. The chat room, on the other hand, I'd like to build off of. I want a username to be universal between all parts of the website. I don't want to learn Javascript and PHP that doesn't connect to a MySQL database, though. That's hardddd. Though it continues to baffle me how I can't understand Javascript when it's supposed to be an easy language to learn.

My mom asked me if I'd like to have a quick bite before I went to work, about ten minutes before I had to leave. I gathered up a plate as if I was sitting down and eating a full dinner with them. All I didn't have was the customary glass of milk. I ate that whole dinner in less than seven minutes. I ran downstairs to grab my phone, knife, and wallet, and I was out the door.

To hell.

It was still busy, just like the morning, and we only got, like, one lull. In that time, Wes left. Things picked up again, but slow enough so that I could have one person help me and be fine. So Von and Sterphy left. Which left me with Jake, Matt, and Jazmin.

We were continuously busy up until ten minutes before close.

I kid you not.

Someone ordered a delivery three minutes before we quit delivering.

Matt and Jake were constantly on the road until just before close.

I was in such a bad mood. Near the end all I could do to keep myself from snapping was whisper to myself "only twenty more minutes" and "just four more days and I'll be gone." I had Jazmin clock out maybe fifteen minutes before close, thanked her profusely, and I knew I wouldn't have been able to deal with all the customers that walked in right before close. A whole family sat in our booth for the last half hour of the day. Didn't leave until maybe ten minutes after close. Which meant I couldn't swear or complain loudly. Just mutter under my breath and say "nooo" when the phone rang.

"Fifteen more minutes. You can do this. Four more days and then road trip."

Jake didn't leave for another hour after close. He stuck around and tried attacking bugs with a fly-swatter gun Matt's brother bought for Matt. He got so excited over that thing right before he left. I'm glad Jake stayed, though, because he did help Matt cheer up. He kept marveling over how many dishes Matt had, and Matt and I were both like no shit Captain Obvious, but he was in a good mood. Matt and I needed that.

It took me forever to count money. I think it took me forty minutes, actually. I just ... couldn't count it right. And then, when I finally gave up after coming up with the same final three times over, I looked at the till jar and realized Wes hadn't counted out the opening till like I thought. Which meant I had to recount everything all over again twice.

I did get all of the sweeping and most of the mopping done, though, after counting the money, and still managed to finish before Matt finished the dishes.

We closed at ten.

We walked out of there at midnight thirty.

It took us two and a half hours to close.

We were both so done.

I know he was joking, but Matt was joking about death before dishes early in the night and just plain walking out later in the night.

The floor by the sink was kind of fun, though. There's, like, a layer of grease or something on the floor all around the sink, and while I was sweeping I was spreading a small puddle all around it. Which resulted in an ice rink-like state. I could barely stay upright. I know how to handle ice, but with skates on, not shoes. Sweeping, I couldn't pick up my feet or I'd have fallen over. It was fun, at least.

I was texting Abbi intermediately, and she suddenly just quit before midnight. I hope she fell asleep. Because she deserves sleep.

Well, so do I, but it's two in the morning and I know I'm fucked for tomorrow.

I am not closing again.

No.

Fucking.

Way.

Besides, I was hoping to dump chemicals in the pool after my dentist's appointment in the morning, let the filter run all day, and go swimming with Abbi after work. I want out early (ish) damnit.

I got ten hours and fifty-two minutes today. Just round that up to eleven hours, why don't we?

If I get five more tomorrow, which is likely ... I'll want to hurl something.

Like I wanted to hurl my fist today. Seriously, if there weren't constantly customers in the shop until after close, I would have punched something. Though that's not saying much. I get violent easily.

Just four more days of work and then Abbi and I are gone.

Fucking gas prices, though. They're at $4.30 right now. Three days ago it wasn't even up to four dollars. I'm at just over a quarter tank, and I'm determined not to fill the car up until just before the road trip on Tuesday. I have six dollars in my checking. That won't even get me a gallon and a half of gas at these prices. Abbi and I are sticking around in Michigan for a couple days, and then we'll get out of this pricey hell-hole and shoot across to the ocean.

I am not looking forward to paying for gas, though. Despite knowing that Michigan's gas prices are outrageously more expensive than any other continental US state. We're all trying to figure out why.

SONG OF THE DAY: Need You Tonight ~ INXS