Today was an eventful/ uneventful day....and I'll tell you how.
I didn't get to sleep in as I had hoped. My father came storming in the house this morning telling me to move my car. I obliged...not in a very pleasant way.
I sat around for a while....took some naps. I finally had to get ready for work. Everything went fine today. I had to work with Jeni-- the disgruntled pregnant woman-- she was alright for the most part. Some crazy woman came in and started to rant about how terrible her child is. Then, closing time. John and I were following normal closing proceedures. Nothing out of the norm. Then I locked the keys to the back room IN THE BACK ROOM. That's where the clock is. AND John needs the keys to lock the store. So, we had to call the sales manager, Brian, and have him bring HIS keys to the store. That took about 45 minutes. John and I had some bonding time.
After that I went with my sister to her friend's party. That was pretty gay-- meaning there was an abundance of gay men. No problem, though-- I happen to love gay men!
AFTER THAT, we went to Waffle House-- where we (By we I mean, a bunch of gays, my sister, and me) caused a ruckus and met some pretty awsome people there too. Ian and Tom are their names. We talked with them in the parking lot for god knows how long. It was fun, though!
Now I am home-- typing this journal enty that no one will ever read. sweatdrop
I didn't get to sleep in as I had hoped. My father came storming in the house this morning telling me to move my car. I obliged...not in a very pleasant way.
I sat around for a while....took some naps. I finally had to get ready for work. Everything went fine today. I had to work with Jeni-- the disgruntled pregnant woman-- she was alright for the most part. Some crazy woman came in and started to rant about how terrible her child is. Then, closing time. John and I were following normal closing proceedures. Nothing out of the norm. Then I locked the keys to the back room IN THE BACK ROOM. That's where the clock is. AND John needs the keys to lock the store. So, we had to call the sales manager, Brian, and have him bring HIS keys to the store. That took about 45 minutes. John and I had some bonding time.
After that I went with my sister to her friend's party. That was pretty gay-- meaning there was an abundance of gay men. No problem, though-- I happen to love gay men!
AFTER THAT, we went to Waffle House-- where we (By we I mean, a bunch of gays, my sister, and me) caused a ruckus and met some pretty awsome people there too. Ian and Tom are their names. We talked with them in the parking lot for god knows how long. It was fun, though!
Now I am home-- typing this journal enty that no one will ever read. sweatdrop
