today sucked. went mental regarding things at the terminal, which are still unclear at this time. depending on what tomorrow brings, i may either be 1. telling someone off the next time i see them 2. shutting up with my foot in my mouth. all i know is that it stressed me out and made me very pissed off, and i can only hope and hope and hope that it turns out ok.

and then work sucked. got suited up. it’s always me. and i’m not exaggerating. and it’s always when i’m trying to get out early. and not only that, but when i was supposed to get out tonight after my games closed, no i had to go replace someone who wanted to go home sick, but admitted that they werent actually sick. so once i got their games closed, i was supposed to go home, but no…someone else just decided to leave 2 hours early, and stick someone else in for over 2 hours, so guess who had to go give them a break. me. fabulous. i finally got out when my original pit boss saw i was still there and had a fit.

my new lie about why i don’t smile is that i was born without the proper muscle structure that would enable me to smile. any half smile you may see on my face is the result of thin plastic strings that are attached to my face, and go behind my head and down my sleeves, and i can pull on them and make my face show emotion. i thought it was pretty good.

tomorrow when they try to suit me up, i’m going to lie and say i forgot to bring a suit, and let them write me up. at least i’ll get to deal, or maybe even get sent home. i also need to look into demoting myself. because i’m tired of this.

i realized my calling in life. eventually, at some point in time, i myself will be an owner of an architectural salvage store. but only because at some point in the future i will have acquired enough weird crap that i’ll need to start selling it to buy food.

i must MUST own this: chicken egg vending machine