My god.

It's been a couple of days since I've really actually written anything in here, isn't it? Let's see what's happened lately.

I cannot remember for the life of me what I did on Thursday, except that I was supposed to hang out with krysis_ but missed her call and ended up just speaking with her for about 20 minutes on the phone. There was reading fic involved somewhere on Thursday before I went to work, I'm sure.

Friday: There was a lot of sleepage. Hardcore sleepage. And then draca woke me up and we watched the first volume of Descendants of Darkness before going to eat Mexican for lunch. Was very good. We out geeked ourselves by going on about X-men for two hours, and draca discovered her inner censor.

After that, we went to Hastings where I wasted more money than I had on a FIRST EDITION SIGNED COPY (Yay!) of the next book in Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series, and the annotated Essential Phantom of the Opera. (Still having joygasms. Whoa.) Also bought a pretty book mark. Have not told my father I spent fifty dollars of my paycheck on books. He should be grateful for my restraint though. ^^;;

So, after that, draca dropped me off at work, where I ended up working a double shift-- from 6pm to 7am (although it was really about 7:45 when I left...) I worked it because a co worker of mine, his girlfriend went into labor and he wanted to be there. And then he said that he'd go ahead and work my Saturday shift because I was working his Friday shift. Went to sleep at 9am. Woke up at 4pm. My poor dad's got a cold, so he was asleep too.

So around 5:30, my dad and I went to dinner, and then afterward saw Constantine, WHICH WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE. Love it. Even if it does have Keanu whats-his-name. Love it! Then again, it might just be because a) it's a movie adaptation of Hell Blazer and b) theology. Yay.

So, get home, and at 10, dad and I get a phone call. This is where I'm freaking pissed.

Co worker: Can you come in and help me with paperwork?

Me: ... what?

Co worker: I can't do paperwork without you. We don't have cigarettes counted and if I do it alone then Bob (our manager) will get mad at me.

Me: ... you're kidding me.

Co worker: ...no. Come in and do my paperwork. You're the only one who knows how.

Me: (pissed) You've been working with me for a month, I've showed you how to do everything and you're telling me YOU DON'T KNOW HOW??

Co worker: ...Yes.

Me: *STABS*

I despise them. I am not a manager. It's not up to me to see that everything's done correctly. They should not be calling me at 10 at night just because they don't know what the fuck they're doing.

So quitting after June. I don't fucking care anymore.

Heh. Stolen from felinas

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Stole this from scheherezhad despite herself. :P

There's been an accident, and my memory's been wiped. I have no recollection of who I am. Tell me about myself. What do you know about me? What kind of person am I? What are my likes and dislikes? How did we meet and how long have we known each other? Is there one thing in particular that stands out about me? Tell me who I am.