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17 years ago
My Intuos is supposed to get here tomorrow. Eeee, I can't wait!
Wow, look at all my journals over there. I have a lot... and I don't write journals as much as some of you. ;D Oh, and I've been here two years now! Yay! *throws confetti*
The Target I work at had it's first opening night last night. I haven't had to deal with customers in over a month, so it was really nice. I don't like dealing with customers much. I'm a little shy. But yeah, it wasn't so bad.
But then, I get home only to find my stash of food half-eaten. I live with my aunt and uncle right now, I have for like... two months now? And... the uncle ALWAYS eats my food and drinks my drinks. Soda pop and alcohol. Sure, you can drink my soda, even though I've told you it's for ME when I go to work, but... Smirnoff is a little bit more expensive than soder pop. Do I ever get repaid? Yeah, but just once and a half... my aunt repaid me one of the 6 packs my uncle drank and he bought me a pint of Jack (but then he drank most of that, too). So I hid it at B's house.
Out of fear for loosing my stash, I took everything in the pantry that was mine, stuck it in a basket and hid it in my closet. And my remaining soda, too. I'm still scared he's gonna drink all of my milk (he's done that, too) and he'll eat my dinner stuff. Even though it's for work, it doesn't seem to matter. See, I like to go to King Soopers once a week. No more. I hate it when I'm forced to go any more than that.
Whatever... they make a lot of money, but they can't afford to put food in the house. Shit, I can't support my uncle's eating habits... gah... *facepalms*
But my aunt called me this morning and explained why half of my shit had been eaten. Apparently, one of the neighborhood kids was hungry, so she gave her some of my junk. "I didn't think you'd mind, so I did it." I don't, but then I do... it's weird. I just don't have a lot of money right now (or ever) so I can't feed the neighborhood kids like they're stray cats. Plus, it was my food for work... which... I'm kinda anal about. And then my uncle got in on that action, too.
I'm also tired of my weekends being run by my mother. She's been begging me to go down and see her (even though I saw her last weekend). I have no idea why it's so important I go to the Springs. I hated it down there. It's SUPER boring. There's nothing to do, ever (if you guys knew where my house was, you'd agree). I also have no idea why she wants anything to do with me... I mean, hello, I was this awful, terrible person and I got kicked out and she said some nasty things, but ohhhh, she wants me around still. *sarcasm* She was like... BEGGING me!! I dunno what she wants. Oh, and then she wants to get a house with B and I... and live like roommates.
WTF.
Naw. I need my own space, and so does he. Plus, I'm tired of living with adult children.
I feel like I'm being horribly disrespectful, but I'm like... being driven crazy.
Wow, look at all my journals over there. I have a lot... and I don't write journals as much as some of you. ;D Oh, and I've been here two years now! Yay! *throws confetti*
The Target I work at had it's first opening night last night. I haven't had to deal with customers in over a month, so it was really nice. I don't like dealing with customers much. I'm a little shy. But yeah, it wasn't so bad.
But then, I get home only to find my stash of food half-eaten. I live with my aunt and uncle right now, I have for like... two months now? And... the uncle ALWAYS eats my food and drinks my drinks. Soda pop and alcohol. Sure, you can drink my soda, even though I've told you it's for ME when I go to work, but... Smirnoff is a little bit more expensive than soder pop. Do I ever get repaid? Yeah, but just once and a half... my aunt repaid me one of the 6 packs my uncle drank and he bought me a pint of Jack (but then he drank most of that, too). So I hid it at B's house.
Out of fear for loosing my stash, I took everything in the pantry that was mine, stuck it in a basket and hid it in my closet. And my remaining soda, too. I'm still scared he's gonna drink all of my milk (he's done that, too) and he'll eat my dinner stuff. Even though it's for work, it doesn't seem to matter. See, I like to go to King Soopers once a week. No more. I hate it when I'm forced to go any more than that.
Whatever... they make a lot of money, but they can't afford to put food in the house. Shit, I can't support my uncle's eating habits... gah... *facepalms*
But my aunt called me this morning and explained why half of my shit had been eaten. Apparently, one of the neighborhood kids was hungry, so she gave her some of my junk. "I didn't think you'd mind, so I did it." I don't, but then I do... it's weird. I just don't have a lot of money right now (or ever) so I can't feed the neighborhood kids like they're stray cats. Plus, it was my food for work... which... I'm kinda anal about. And then my uncle got in on that action, too.
I'm also tired of my weekends being run by my mother. She's been begging me to go down and see her (even though I saw her last weekend). I have no idea why it's so important I go to the Springs. I hated it down there. It's SUPER boring. There's nothing to do, ever (if you guys knew where my house was, you'd agree). I also have no idea why she wants anything to do with me... I mean, hello, I was this awful, terrible person and I got kicked out and she said some nasty things, but ohhhh, she wants me around still. *sarcasm* She was like... BEGGING me!! I dunno what she wants. Oh, and then she wants to get a house with B and I... and live like roommates.
WTF.
Naw. I need my own space, and so does he. Plus, I'm tired of living with adult children.
I feel like I'm being horribly disrespectful, but I'm like... being driven crazy.
How is Target to work at?
But, I am gonna say that it's like a cult. XD It's like... older employees end up swearing by Target and become a little obsessed with it. It's funny to see.
I live outside of Denver.
Just remember, tiger, the market is a cycle. I'll see you tonight at the big meeting.
*snaps, winks, and points*
Caio, babe :D
Clearly only one thing t'do. Panic! What, you'll feel better. Or really worry them, whichever. :)
What do they have you doing?
I AM THE SALESFLOOR DRONE. D8
But I've had worse jobs, so I'm not complaining... too much. :3 I used to be a housekeeper for some fancy-ass hotel.