Making a Change:

Yesterday was...super frustrating.

I really didn't want to go to work-as per usual. I've been working so much and it seems like I'm getting no where.

Set up for the putt putt tournament. It was fun from what I hear. I didn't get to play because I had to go to the core place but...you know. I'm done with going to the core place to look at core (yay!). But that means that I have no shiny rocks to look at (steal) and that makes me somewhat sad...

My brother wouldn't stop cracking jokes and stuff at my expense and it was really getting to me. Usually it doesn't get to me but yesterday was just different. I don't know why. He started alluding to the fact that since I'm in a long distance relationship that it would be easy for each of us to, you know, cheat. That's not something you touch with me.
Though he did try to make it up by saying that he liked grant and stuff. whatever.
Just don't touch the cheating subject with me. Please.

Then a lot of things weren't actually done for our section of the putt putt so I had to help rush everything around to get it set up. Though, I guess it would have helped if I knew what people look for in these things but...you know.

After that I went back to golden. Spent literally 15 minutes trying to find a place to park (luckily for me someone pulled out and I took their spot). Wasn't happy about that...but I guess that's what happens when you live close to campus. Didn't help that this jackass was behind me honking his horn every five seconds and giving me nasty looks. Yeah, buddy. I can see you in my rear-view mirror.

Went to pier one after running the vacuum cleaner in. Met the new manager- His name is... Jared? I think so. Something with a J. He has one crazy life story and seems like a really sweet guy.
I work with him for his first closing.
Apparently I'm the favorite? Erin was all like "I make it a point to try and work closing with Rachel as much as possible" and I was all "wow, that's awfully nice of you to say" o.o
Though I think it's because I clean super fast and do a fairly good job in the process. Not minding cleaning toilets has its upside.

Went home. I really didn't want to talk to anyone because I was tired/stressed. Mom wouldn't leave me alone. She's just trying to look out for me, but when I say I'm tired and that I want to go to bed I don't mean that I want you to change into your pajamas and talk to me some more. Please. Oh mom. I guess she isn't taking me moving out so well? Because, unlike dorms, I can cook for myself and it's, you know, ACTUALLY moving out. Though, most of my books are going to need to stay at home, unfortunately. boo.

ugh. and my face is broken out and it sucks. Just so you know. yay face.

( Be aware: very detailed to the point of it really not mattering much to the story )

So yesterday was my "official" first day at Pier 1 (she counted my half an hour on monday as some time). I trained for register, which is surprisingly easy. If it doesn't scan, type in the number. No tag? look it up.

I really like the people there. They are so friendly and nice and stuff. I met... Katie- who is getting married soon, Joni- a single mom of two older children who is getting her 4-year degree, er... I want to say Lauren?- who is a drama teacher at Arvada West. They are all really fun people who I'd really like to work with more.

Joni, the single mom, has a nephew that goes to Mines. She was trying to set me up, which was kind of funny. He is friends with Evan Pilot (sp?), which sounded uber familiar. But then I'm like "oh, no. I'm already seeing someone." Which was all good and dandy, "No harm expanding you're social circle at any rate!" No Joni, no harm indeed.

I already helped someone! They wanted this one jewelry case and I was like "there are some in back, we can get it for you when you're all ready." But then she was like "I'll think about it" and left. But still!

"worked" 3 1/2 hours, since they said I could leave after I was done training. Next time I go in I have to watch movies. ugh.

There is so much stuff in that store that I'd kill to have, no joke. Really, like there is this SWEET looking 4-poster bed that is...oh my goodness. So amazing (but I have a thing for 4-poster beds so...).

Apparently you can get paid 1.5 times normal pay for working holidays, so when the time comes I might work Thanksgiving, Easter, maybe even Christmas. My family pretty much has two of each of these holidays anyway (one on the day, one either earlier or later), so why not? We'll see what happens.

I will hopefully start getting things packed as of tonight. Start cleaning out my desk so I can dismantle it... That's one of the first things I want to move, actually. Along with my mattress, wicker basket, tv (bigger one), and dishes. Eventually need to start a list so I don't forget anything.

My cat totally killed the toilet paper my mom got. So we have maybe three good rolls out of that.

I'm pretty excited.

Dude, I'm so tired right now that it's not even funny. I didn't stay up too late (a little after eleven), and I got up at 6:20. So about seven hours of sleep. What is your problem, body?

Maybe I can sneak up to my brother's cube (since he is gone at church camp) and snatch a quick nap. Don't think it's a wise idea though... So I'll just go ahead and pump myself full of diet soda so I don't sleep (because if I sleep I risk being fired AND/OR getting a drug screening). Oh work, how you kill me so.

So it's friggen cold in here. I have to wear fall clothing to work just so I can keep warm. I really hate it. You see, when I get cold I want to sleep. cold = sleep, kind of like bears that go into hibernation. That doesn't help my "I apparently didn't get enough sleep" scenario. So I guess what I have to do is make my self obnoxiously hot so that I'm so uncomfortable that I don't fall asleep. Good deal.

So I'm trying this thing where I'm actually trying to look like a girl. This is not an easy task, mind you, because I have little to no self confidence when it comes to girl stuff. Since my face is having the breakout from hell, no make-up as of yet. I'm wearing shoes that some lady at payless helped me pick out.

Right. I'll tell you that story, since I haven't told it yet (I'm at work and bored, sorry). It all started when I was purchasing a last minute baby-shower gift for Sam. I see payless and I'm like "I'm starting a Pier 1, and I have no good looking shoes for the job besides heels (which I'm NOT wearing for 4+ hours while standing. Even I'm not that awesome). So I go in and start looking. I base what I'm getting off what Stephanie has showed me since she's more of a girl AND works a standing-all-freaking-day job. The lady comes over, noticing my trouble. I think to myself "She stands all day, she'd know what to buy!" So I tell her that I'm starting a new job where I need business casual shoes that I can stand all day in. "You'll want something like this."

She pulls out these black shoes that remind me of this one pair of green shoes I had when I was little. I loved those shoes...

I put them on, and they are the comfiest shoes I have put on my feet since...forever. Not on sale, but you can't disagree with ample padding. The lady leaves me to my own devices and I choose a brown pair that is similar. My dad always said, you need one pair of black shoes and one pair of brown shoes, and then you are set for just about anything.

My adventure ended with me going to the baby shower. Sam’s family is sometimes very open about sex. It’s kind of funny, considering… yeah.

So I actually feel pretty important today. And now I found stuff I didn’t know existed! Huzzah! Go me! And pretty much it’s the same thing I’ve been doing, but this was on a core that I hadn’t seen yet so! One less for me! Again, HUZZAH!

What else can I talk about during my blatant waste of time?

Oh goodness I just smelled a delicious brownie. I had some brownie this morning, did I mention? It was delicious. I kind of want to go to The Market to get some cheesecake ice cream. They say you can’t get much for under $5 downtown, well obviously they’re eating at places like the cheesecake factory where you’re lucky if you can eat there for under ten dollars. Lunch today is on the company since this lady named Sonya is up. She’s in IT, I think, and since my dad is in IT I get to go with for their lunch (not to mention I get along with them very well).

I was so relieved when yesterday the girls at Pier One weren’t afraid to start asking me questions and stuff. Really, I like talking about everything and I’m glad they aren’t like the people in cubes here who barely ever talk to me (I don’t know why, but I think it might have to do with how I don’t really WORK all that often…but whatever).

Er… Grant is doing well, I guess. They’ve been having quite a few electric storms there. Nothing really new to report, just lots of giggling and being stupidly happy. It’s a nice feeling, though. I just… really really like him. Yeah. Excellent. Now you know.

Only two hours (ish) left. Then it’s lunch time! I love lunch time, not for the food, but for the company. I kind of sit here in my own little world, and sometimes, like today, it gets boring. I wish I could read something, but I would get in trouble. I wish I could fall asleep, but again- trouble. Drinking can after can of caffeine is not a good idea either. Just last week I was off it. Seriously. WTF body, W.T.F.

I suppose that if I actually went to bed at a reasonable time I’d be alright but… ugh.

Okay, something else about work. Some people decide that they need to KNOCK on all the cubicle walls. Not only does it freak me out, it makes me think someone needs my attention. So after someone knocks, here I am looking around for the person but they’re not there! Come on. YARG.  AND I don’t like backing to a walkway. It also freaks me out. Even when I’m doing actual work, it’s just hella distracting. I suppose there is no cure for that but…could you have at least arranged it so that my desk faces another way so I don’t get people looking at the back of my head all the time?

So my mom got me sheets that will fit a regular mattress. I told her not to, but she didn’t listen. But she also got me a mattress pad that is somewhat fluffy, which is good. My mom shops deals excellently.

Found the official Nabaztag/tag site. All systems are go for motivation. EXCELLENT.

So I hope July 12th is good for everyone. Yes? Good. Three O'clock. Mansfield Park. Excellent. Good.

So last night I went and visited Sam. It was nice to be able to talk to her again! Yeah, I know I could have totally called her, but I'm horrible with phones. We all know this. So, I told myself I'll be going over at least once a week to help out if I can with little miss Riley.

She's adorable.

Yeah, but I can totally wait for one, though. Considering my genetics it would be in my best interest to wait at least ten years >.>

yay twins.

Stayed there until about ten-ish.
Filled up the car with gas. SIXTY DOLLARS. /sigh.
At least I know more than the general public and know not to blame the government SO very much. We're getting a deal for what it should actually be going at.
Thoughiftheyopeneddrillinginalaskawe'dhaveabitmoreoil...

Got back and was online for about...half an hour.
Austin got his package, which is excellent.
Talked with Caley, who is going to Texas with Chris this weekend for a wedding? right? wedding?

Oh! Last night I also found I was elligable for an extra 2,000 in loans. I accepted, because that takes so much off of my shoulders. Estimated cost of tuition this year: $11,000.
It's funny, I decided I wanted my computer to be in U.K. English rather than U.S. English, and all the dollar signs turn into pounds.

ugh, and my cousin gets to go to Europe. I am...extremely jealous.

Well, that's about it. That's life. 

( My thoughts of Mansfield Park thus far... ) 

That's it. There isn't anymore.

I am savoring this coffee. Rachel, the sly one, took the last little bit of coffee in the main kitchen this morning. Just after I added creamer (yes, I like coffee with my creamer) one of the geodudes comes in wanting coffee. You see, I just took the last of it. I say good morning and run out. Not wanting to be blamed for the emptiness of the rations container.

It wasn’t much coffee, unfortunately. Only about four ounces, maybe five. I also had a little bit of cold coffee left from an hour ago (which was heated up by the addition). Luckily for me, the coffee here is too strong for my taste, so I always add about five ounces of hot water (adding one to my meager portion of coffee). So I was up to about six ounces of coffee.

You see, I’m trying to cut down on my consumption of soda- which has worked relatively well this past week. Went from averages five cans a day to about two. A little less because as of recently I haven’t been finishing the second can. Hopefully by the time school is in session, I’ll have cut it out entirely (saving me money). Though I will have to buy creamer…however this ends up costing me less in the long run as long as I buy the powder. Cost: about $2 which lasts me almost three weeks if I’m drinking coffee every day. Buying Soda: $4-5 which lasts about a week.

So I added my cell phone number to the “do not call” list. I’ve been getting all these calls, which doesn’t bug me that much except for the fact I know they are a scam. Also, someone has been using my number for insurance and stuff. Which pisses me off. As well as using it at Cost Cutters. Though I guess someone COULD have had this number before me…except if that is the case it would have been at least, what, six years ago now? I got my phone when I was in 8^th grade. I didn’t memorize the number until I was in 11^th grade. Didn’t give it out until 12^th grade. We have never switched phones, cards, or carriers so…yeah. I guess I need to go through and be like “YO! This is my number now!”

I’ve kind of grown tired of looking through the cores- mostly because I have looked at the pictures at least twice each by now. I have two piles: the keep pile and the do not keep pile. They’re about even now, after I went through them again this morning. Considering we spend about 16,500 dollars on storage for these boxes, even half of them gone would save a BUTTLOAD of money. In fact, I think I’ll do the math right now.

So far, with the cores I think should be sent away I would be saving them 4,000 dollars. SO FAR.

Also, [this] is what I want to be. Fits my personality, neh?