Ja ja…

I get it.  I’m lazy, I don’t blog, you are dying to know whats happening in my life right now!

Lets start with work.  Its been better ever since I started the 11-6 shifts.  The afternoon drags on pretty bad, but since Aaron isn’t there for most of it, its good.  Wish more crew were there to talk to though, because its always the same people.  Aaron fucking knifed me the other day while I was trying to help him, so now my finger is all puffy and gross.  Apart from that, its ok.

I ordered new glasses.  They’re Prada, and they’re thick and plastic and brown and I’m going to love them!  Accept, I don’t think I’ll have them for New Brunswick, because the people who are ordering them take a long time I guess.  Oh well, when I get them I will put pictures up.

Dance has been constant, and I want a break.  She keeps ragging on me about crap, and I’ve just stopped caring entirely.  I can get through my dances, I’m ready, I practice, get off my back.  I’m also not going to my thursday lesson because my sister is in town, and apparently not seeing your sister until christmas is ok for one stupid dance lesson.  Yeah, so not cool at all.

And I’ve lost my attention span for blogging.  Tee Tee Why Ell!

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This past week has been uneventful but kind of interesting….yet not so!  Lets recap!

So work was just work, annoying and tiring and completely annoying.  Kevin kept throwing hissy fits and Warren plays right into them, which means I got kicked out of backend and he got to take it.  Yeah, I was amused.  Then there was the 3 hour friday lunch rush, and the fact that Aarons stupidity kepts putting burns all over my body.  Feh.

I didn’t dance much, because I sprained my foot.  Its all better now, the ankle is a little weak, but thats to be expected.  I’ll be A-ok for Canadians, which is all that really matters.  I got all the recital stuff done, accept everyone was bitching about my horrible scheduling job.  Whatever, next time they can spend 50$ having everything printed, because I sure as hell don’t want to do it anymore.

Saw Phil a whole bunch of times, as usual.  I don’t know how I’ll survive without him in New Brunswick.  6 days…..jesus christ.  Maybe I’ll be so busy I won’t have time to be sad and moppy.  Who knows.  All I know is as soon as I’m back, I ain’t staying at my parents house for long.

And I think that about covers it.

Today I called in sick, because my acid reflux has my tummy wanting to unload anything and everything that enters it.  Plus, my hips are really sore, and I don’t enjoy that at all.  So, I decided to take a day off, get some things done, just so its not a big rush come Canadians.  I have an eye exam on thursday night, which excites me, because that means I’m going glasses shopping on FRIDAY!  Everyone knows how much I love glasses shopping, so you all know how psyched I am about this.  So, I’ll order them, and then have them for New Brunswick!  Super awesome sexy cool!

I’m also getting my hair cut today.  I’m nervous, because I don’t like parting with my long hair, but its not like I’m getting it cut really short.  They didn’t ask me who I wanted my hair cut by, and I want it done by CJ.  Hopefully CJ was taking the phone call and recognised my name, but it didn’t sound like her……Oh god!  So scared.

Anywho, I think I’ll go finish Agrabah (sp?)  Cya!

In a Mug

I’ve heard Aarons mothers voice in my head saying that phrase for the last two days.  I can’t take it anymore, I don’t know why its there, and its certainly not welcome.  Guh.

So, today Aaron called in sick.  Deagan could tell he wasn’t, but none of us wanted him there, so we let him.  I tried calling MEGAN, but she was asleep.  So, I had to do backend by myself for the lunch rush.  Bad?

Not so.

My KVS time was 39 seconds by the time I was done.  It started at 49.  I never waited on anything, ever.  I had to grill extra meat myself because Kevin needed to help Heather in Drive-Thru, and that still didn’t slow me down.  My waste?  One double cheeseburger, which Heather gladly ate.

Why they never let me back there is beyond me.  I mean, Kevin and Aaron put together couldn’t do that well.  They never do that well.  I’m hoping this is a lesson to the managers, because I’m fricken sick of dealing with people.

Also, tonight is my last night of teaching.  Holy crap am I ever glad.  I can’t wait for the time where I just work and then laze around for the whole night, not having to worry about anything.  I still have dance lessons for Canadians, but they’re only 2 nights a week, and only an hour and a half.  Maybe this will make my shifts more bearable.

It also just occured to me that I leave in like 2 weeks.  Yikes, kind of scary.  I think I’ll throw a list together of what I need to get done, like dry cleaning and stuff like that.  I know that my jacket stinks like the worst kind of BO imaginable.  So, yeah, not pleasant.  I think my kilt is slightly wrinkly too.  Oh well.

Now, for the bad news.

Numer Eins.  My foot is sprained.  Kevin dropped a box of fries on my foot, and I thought he broke it for sure.  However, its just sprained, but that doesn’t stop me from not being able to dance.  My goal is to dance the recital with minimal pain, and then rest up until Canadians, which isn’t very hard to do seeing as I only have two lessons a week.  Right now its the ibuprofen and ankle brace.

Numer Zwei.  Last night, I went to the bathroom, to find that my….goods were leaking blood all over the place.  I nearly passed out, because I’m not ready to be having my period yet.  I looked in le toilet bowl and saw a vein.  If I hadn’t seen a vein from my nose exploding, I would have passed out right there.  So I went to the doc today, and I need to start eating vitamins galore.  Bah.  Maybe its a good thing, who knows.

Und drie, I’m dangerously close to a trip to the hospital for major weight loss.  I’m down to 120.  I don’t know how this happened, but I’m scared.  So, it looks like I’m going to be eating breakfast again.  But, once I do that, the stomach problems come back.

I hate my everything.

Anyways, thats enough biotching for now.  I’ll go eat something, and some vitamins, and nurse my foot, so I can have a happyomfgi’mallsuperhealthy!post next time.

Tschus (~) (<- Just for Megan.  Hur.)