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Posted 15 years agoHI GUISE I'M BACK AGAIN WITH SOME SRS BIZNES <3
My ears are stretched to 0s.
I smoked K2 and might love it more than pot.
I lost more weight so now I'm a REALLY skinny bitch.
I have green sun nipple rings.
The end <3
I LOVE YOU ALL.
My ears are stretched to 0s.
I smoked K2 and might love it more than pot.
I lost more weight so now I'm a REALLY skinny bitch.
I have green sun nipple rings.
The end <3
I LOVE YOU ALL.
MOAR N00Z
Posted 15 years agoHI GUISE I'M BACK AGAIN WITH SOME SRS BIZNES <3
My ears are stretched to 0s.
I smoked K2 and might love it more than pot.
I lost more weight so now I'm a REALLY skinny bitch.
I have green sun nipple rings.
The end <3
I LOVE YOU ALL.
My ears are stretched to 0s.
I smoked K2 and might love it more than pot.
I lost more weight so now I'm a REALLY skinny bitch.
I have green sun nipple rings.
The end <3
I LOVE YOU ALL.
Wow, I am so butthurt by life right now >.<
Posted 15 years agoBUT THAT'S OKAY!
Sorry I died off the face of the earth you guys, I'm back :D :D :D
My important n00z:
1. I am officially moving out of my house and in with my boyfraan August 8! I am going to miss everything so much, but it's definitely time that I left my old life behind and began a whole new chapter!
2. I have a new job, starting when I move in. Full-time, works around my schooling, walking distance from my apartment... I will be working on a salary of about 18,000 annually, with a 65-cent raise every six months (gotta love them unions sometimes). I'm providing for people with developmental disabilities, I have to get all sorts of certifications (Cooking for diabetics, administering medication, lifesaving...). Oh, and I have to get the dreaded DRUG SCREENING (nooooooo), so no murrijuana for me from July 1-July 21 :(((((
3. I have been accepted to the community college where I am living. Number one in the country for community colleges, that is! I will have my Associates in Business Management after this year!
4. My dad and I are getting along great lately! It's almost like old times, except he still makes sure I know that I'm a pain in the ass. Eh, it's a start :3
So yes, life has bent me over and buttfucked me ruthlessly this past month. But I am loving every second of it! Stuff is going to get reeeeeaaal crazy from here on out!
Sorry I died off the face of the earth you guys, I'm back :D :D :D
My important n00z:
1. I am officially moving out of my house and in with my boyfraan August 8! I am going to miss everything so much, but it's definitely time that I left my old life behind and began a whole new chapter!
2. I have a new job, starting when I move in. Full-time, works around my schooling, walking distance from my apartment... I will be working on a salary of about 18,000 annually, with a 65-cent raise every six months (gotta love them unions sometimes). I'm providing for people with developmental disabilities, I have to get all sorts of certifications (Cooking for diabetics, administering medication, lifesaving...). Oh, and I have to get the dreaded DRUG SCREENING (nooooooo), so no murrijuana for me from July 1-July 21 :(((((
3. I have been accepted to the community college where I am living. Number one in the country for community colleges, that is! I will have my Associates in Business Management after this year!
4. My dad and I are getting along great lately! It's almost like old times, except he still makes sure I know that I'm a pain in the ass. Eh, it's a start :3
So yes, life has bent me over and buttfucked me ruthlessly this past month. But I am loving every second of it! Stuff is going to get reeeeeaaal crazy from here on out!
Things I have come to accept.
Posted 15 years agoI saw a Facebook note with this. Basically, a list of things in your life that you aren't necessarily a fan of, but can't be changed, and you're okay with that.
1. I am a cashier at a tiny Rite Aid in your classic, stereotypical white-trash town. I am a thankless retail slave, and my boss works me like a dog. But at least I have a job, that gives me lots of hours and enough money for me to live comfortably and enjoy life a bit.
2. I drive a '95 Ford Contour. It looks like poo-poo. It does all sorts of neat things it isn't supposed to (leak brake fluid, engine runs hot, cloth seats are a bitch in the summer, serpentine belt squeaks, muffler is loud, and it heats up in the sun like it's nobody's business...). But I have a vehicle. It's reliable enough that I can drive it back and forth 2.5 hours to see my boyfriend, and fantastic on gas. Hell, after I get the maintenance done on this beast, it'll be a decent ride.
3. I have a big nose. I have big hands. I have big feet. I will never have an adorable, petite bone structure like I've always wanted. I am just built like an athlete. I have broad shoulders, a large rib cage, a muscular back, and muscular legs. But I am still a skinny girl, and I am healthier than most. And my nose seems to fit my face very well, so it can stay, too.
4. My father will never like me the way he used to. He will always love me as his daughter, but he will never like me as a person. He hates my piercings, my tattoos, and the fact that I am agnostic, and not Catholic like the rest of my family. He will always love my younger sister more, and he makes that very clear to me on a daily basis. He makes it clear that, despite my having a job and attending college, I am still a burden to the family at home (even though I do about as much as a 19-year-old college kid possibly can). Fine. All I can do is continue to love him like I always have. I'm never going to be his little princess again, but maybe someday we can finally come to accept that, although we are the exact same people concerning personality, we look at things incredibly differently.
5. Despite wanting to live in Jamestown more than anything, I know that I will always be a Wilson girl. I will never escape the problems, rumors, reputations, and memories I've accumulated in my little village on the lake. When I come back to visit, everything is the same, and I will feel like I did in high school. I can't change what I've done while I've lived here, and bits and pieces of Wilson will follow me wherever I go.
6. I am smart. God damnit, I am so fucking smart. But I am the laziest little punkass girl you will ever meet. My grades are crap because I refuse to do my work. I will be in front of my computer with nothing else to do BUT my work, and it won't get done. I'll watch paint dry on the wall before starting on it. I need to force myself to live up to my potential, because as of now, I am a wasted brain.
And you know what? All this crap is alright. I can deal with this, I think I'm still luckier than most when it comes to my life in general.
1. I am a cashier at a tiny Rite Aid in your classic, stereotypical white-trash town. I am a thankless retail slave, and my boss works me like a dog. But at least I have a job, that gives me lots of hours and enough money for me to live comfortably and enjoy life a bit.
2. I drive a '95 Ford Contour. It looks like poo-poo. It does all sorts of neat things it isn't supposed to (leak brake fluid, engine runs hot, cloth seats are a bitch in the summer, serpentine belt squeaks, muffler is loud, and it heats up in the sun like it's nobody's business...). But I have a vehicle. It's reliable enough that I can drive it back and forth 2.5 hours to see my boyfriend, and fantastic on gas. Hell, after I get the maintenance done on this beast, it'll be a decent ride.
3. I have a big nose. I have big hands. I have big feet. I will never have an adorable, petite bone structure like I've always wanted. I am just built like an athlete. I have broad shoulders, a large rib cage, a muscular back, and muscular legs. But I am still a skinny girl, and I am healthier than most. And my nose seems to fit my face very well, so it can stay, too.
4. My father will never like me the way he used to. He will always love me as his daughter, but he will never like me as a person. He hates my piercings, my tattoos, and the fact that I am agnostic, and not Catholic like the rest of my family. He will always love my younger sister more, and he makes that very clear to me on a daily basis. He makes it clear that, despite my having a job and attending college, I am still a burden to the family at home (even though I do about as much as a 19-year-old college kid possibly can). Fine. All I can do is continue to love him like I always have. I'm never going to be his little princess again, but maybe someday we can finally come to accept that, although we are the exact same people concerning personality, we look at things incredibly differently.
5. Despite wanting to live in Jamestown more than anything, I know that I will always be a Wilson girl. I will never escape the problems, rumors, reputations, and memories I've accumulated in my little village on the lake. When I come back to visit, everything is the same, and I will feel like I did in high school. I can't change what I've done while I've lived here, and bits and pieces of Wilson will follow me wherever I go.
6. I am smart. God damnit, I am so fucking smart. But I am the laziest little punkass girl you will ever meet. My grades are crap because I refuse to do my work. I will be in front of my computer with nothing else to do BUT my work, and it won't get done. I'll watch paint dry on the wall before starting on it. I need to force myself to live up to my potential, because as of now, I am a wasted brain.
And you know what? All this crap is alright. I can deal with this, I think I'm still luckier than most when it comes to my life in general.
My Day at Rite Aid. Week FOUR.
Posted 15 years ago1. Our store runs the Wellness Card program, and on occasion customers are mailed coupons for 10 % off their total purchase. The coupon says, very specifically, ONE PER PERSON.
Woman: How many of these can I use?
Me: It’s one per person, so no more today, but you can use another coupon tomorrow, so come back and use one then.
Woman: What if I send my husband in? Can he use one?
Me: Yes ma’am. He is a different person so that’s fine.
Woman: Well, how many can he use?
Me: One. It’s one per person.
Woman: What if I buy something else?
Me: Well you can buy whatever you want, but you can’t use another coupon. It’s one person for the whole day, not one per transaction.
Woman: What if I leave and come back in?
Me: You’re still the same person.
Woman: What do you mean? I’ll have left and come back.
Me: ...
2. An adorable old woman came into the store yesterday, looking confused.
Woman: Excuse me, I need batteries.
Me: Sure! What kind of batteries were you looking for?
Woman: I-... I'm not really sure...
Me: No problem, what are the batteries for? I might be able to match them up for you.
Woman: I-...
Me: *smiley faise*
Woman: I need them for my ghetto blaster.
Me: O_o
3. We don't take starter checks. Sorry, I guess?
Customer: *pulls out check*
Me: Oh! I'm sorry, but we don't take starter checks.
Customer: What! Why?
Me: We've had trouble cashing those checks in the past, so we just don't take them. It's nothing personal, we just can't take them.
Customer: So let me get this straight, you treat everyone here the exact same way?
Me: Yes?
Customer: Well, if this place isn't run by a bunch of goddamn liberals! *storms out*
4. The thing... on that thing... with the thing...
Customer (over the phone): Do you have any of those things you put on tables?
Me: Erm... like a table cloth?
Customer: No... they're those things... you can put them on tables.
Me: Ma'am, you can put a lot of things on tables.
Customer: Well I don't know what they're called! You're the one who should know!
Me: *facepalm*
5. I wha-?
Customer: Excuse me, where are your Exacto knives?
Me: Aisle 6 *happy faise*
Customer: Why thank you! You do look like someone who would know where the knives are!
Me: ...
6. I got owned.
Customer: I need to speak to the person who sold me this!
Me: I believe that was me... I remember you!
Customer: No, it couldn't have been you, this girl had long hair.
Me: *takes hair out of ponytail* See? Me!
Customer: No, she was prettier than you are. I'll come back tomorrow. *leaves*
7. He wanted earbuds, I think...
Customer: Y'all got them earpieces for them thirty-two jiggabit touchy-pods?
WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS. EVERY DAMN WEEK.
Woman: How many of these can I use?
Me: It’s one per person, so no more today, but you can use another coupon tomorrow, so come back and use one then.
Woman: What if I send my husband in? Can he use one?
Me: Yes ma’am. He is a different person so that’s fine.
Woman: Well, how many can he use?
Me: One. It’s one per person.
Woman: What if I buy something else?
Me: Well you can buy whatever you want, but you can’t use another coupon. It’s one person for the whole day, not one per transaction.
Woman: What if I leave and come back in?
Me: You’re still the same person.
Woman: What do you mean? I’ll have left and come back.
Me: ...
2. An adorable old woman came into the store yesterday, looking confused.
Woman: Excuse me, I need batteries.
Me: Sure! What kind of batteries were you looking for?
Woman: I-... I'm not really sure...
Me: No problem, what are the batteries for? I might be able to match them up for you.
Woman: I-...
Me: *smiley faise*
Woman: I need them for my ghetto blaster.
Me: O_o
3. We don't take starter checks. Sorry, I guess?
Customer: *pulls out check*
Me: Oh! I'm sorry, but we don't take starter checks.
Customer: What! Why?
Me: We've had trouble cashing those checks in the past, so we just don't take them. It's nothing personal, we just can't take them.
Customer: So let me get this straight, you treat everyone here the exact same way?
Me: Yes?
Customer: Well, if this place isn't run by a bunch of goddamn liberals! *storms out*
4. The thing... on that thing... with the thing...
Customer (over the phone): Do you have any of those things you put on tables?
Me: Erm... like a table cloth?
Customer: No... they're those things... you can put them on tables.
Me: Ma'am, you can put a lot of things on tables.
Customer: Well I don't know what they're called! You're the one who should know!
Me: *facepalm*
5. I wha-?
Customer: Excuse me, where are your Exacto knives?
Me: Aisle 6 *happy faise*
Customer: Why thank you! You do look like someone who would know where the knives are!
Me: ...
6. I got owned.
Customer: I need to speak to the person who sold me this!
Me: I believe that was me... I remember you!
Customer: No, it couldn't have been you, this girl had long hair.
Me: *takes hair out of ponytail* See? Me!
Customer: No, she was prettier than you are. I'll come back tomorrow. *leaves*
7. He wanted earbuds, I think...
Customer: Y'all got them earpieces for them thirty-two jiggabit touchy-pods?
WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS. EVERY DAMN WEEK.
I want to punch you sometimes, but I could do this forever.
Posted 15 years agoI visited Erick this week, like, a lot (I actually got some time off of work :D ).
We love our adventures. This most recent one was a one-day trip to NYC. Like, we went at 6 in the morning, got there around two, left at eleven-ish, and got back around 7:30 the next morning.
I have to say, I've fallen in love with the place. It really is an incredible city.
More importantly, this trip showed me that I love Erick way more than I though was possible.
This was the first time we went somewhere and he talked about us. Us having a future in this city together. Us doing the jobs we adore. Us going out and just being effin' crazy bastards.
The car ride back was a blur. The one thing I remember is when we were about halfway home, going through Pennsylvania. I was leaning against the window just watching the stars, Erick was curled up in a ball, head on my lap, fast asleep. There wasn't a single car on that highway, and the only noise was the hum of our friend's car's engine.
I can just remember looking down at him and running my fingers through his hair. He rolls over, looks up at me, and just smiles. He puts his hand on my cheek, and I lean over to kiss him. He mumbles to me in a half-asleep tone:
"Why you so perfect, beautiful?"
I can't do anything but smile, and scratch the scruff on his face. I give him another kiss and whisper to him that I love him.
And we just sleep. Nothing else needed to be said. It was at this point that I knew how much I truly love Erick. We are both ready and willing to sacrifice everything to ensure our other half's happiness, if only for a second. I knew at this point that we would be okay, we would move in together, we would have a million more of these crazy adventures, and we'll go on to live our lives. Together. Despite any quarrels we have, I know that the love we have for each other goes way beyond that, and I know that I can't see myself with anyone else. I'm just happy where I am, and I refuse to let something this amazing go.
Oh, also, this lady bought cat food at Rite Aid today. Like, a lot of fuckin' cat food. As in the receipt was almost four feet long. The end.
We love our adventures. This most recent one was a one-day trip to NYC. Like, we went at 6 in the morning, got there around two, left at eleven-ish, and got back around 7:30 the next morning.
I have to say, I've fallen in love with the place. It really is an incredible city.
More importantly, this trip showed me that I love Erick way more than I though was possible.
This was the first time we went somewhere and he talked about us. Us having a future in this city together. Us doing the jobs we adore. Us going out and just being effin' crazy bastards.
The car ride back was a blur. The one thing I remember is when we were about halfway home, going through Pennsylvania. I was leaning against the window just watching the stars, Erick was curled up in a ball, head on my lap, fast asleep. There wasn't a single car on that highway, and the only noise was the hum of our friend's car's engine.
I can just remember looking down at him and running my fingers through his hair. He rolls over, looks up at me, and just smiles. He puts his hand on my cheek, and I lean over to kiss him. He mumbles to me in a half-asleep tone:
"Why you so perfect, beautiful?"
I can't do anything but smile, and scratch the scruff on his face. I give him another kiss and whisper to him that I love him.
And we just sleep. Nothing else needed to be said. It was at this point that I knew how much I truly love Erick. We are both ready and willing to sacrifice everything to ensure our other half's happiness, if only for a second. I knew at this point that we would be okay, we would move in together, we would have a million more of these crazy adventures, and we'll go on to live our lives. Together. Despite any quarrels we have, I know that the love we have for each other goes way beyond that, and I know that I can't see myself with anyone else. I'm just happy where I am, and I refuse to let something this amazing go.
Oh, also, this lady bought cat food at Rite Aid today. Like, a lot of fuckin' cat food. As in the receipt was almost four feet long. The end.
Oh my god, you guys.
Posted 15 years agoI am going to buy a forest. And adopt 8 midget babies or so every year and release them into the forest (mixed race, of course). I'm going to be the only non-midget they ever come into contact with, and raise them to think I'm their god.
Also, I'm going to make a new Discovery Channel show. I'm going to tie a camera to a bird. Seriously, I'd watch that shit all day.
And has anyone noticed that the word "bed" actually looks like a bed? 'Cause it does.
Oh, and most importantly, if you watch "Jaws" backwards, it's a movie about a shark that keeps throwing up people until they have to open a beach.
The end kthxbai.
Also, I'm going to make a new Discovery Channel show. I'm going to tie a camera to a bird. Seriously, I'd watch that shit all day.
And has anyone noticed that the word "bed" actually looks like a bed? 'Cause it does.
Oh, and most importantly, if you watch "Jaws" backwards, it's a movie about a shark that keeps throwing up people until they have to open a beach.
The end kthxbai.
I even get drama at WORK...
Posted 15 years agoPeople are just fan-fucking-tastic.
Seriously.
There's this one manager at Rite Aid. Her name is Nicole, more commonly referred to as NJ.
She's a couple years older than me, she's this mega nice shift supervisor that, due to how our schedules work out, I work with very frequently. I have known her since I began working at Rite Aid in February '09. (Mind you, I was recently re-hired there about a month ago). We're polar opposites, and that's an extreme understatement.
I'm perky and bubbly when I talk to people. She complains when she's around us, not in a bad way, but NJ's... a complainer. She's very sweet to customers though.
I love tattoos and piercings. I'm attracted to people with tattoos and piercings. I want tattoos and piercings, god damnit. Nicole does not like any of the above. That's fine. Whatever floats yer boat, lady.
I'm a smartass. I'm sarcastic. I like to make jokes, sometimes suggestive jokes. However, I'm always professional when handling a customer. Always. Nicole doesn't joke much.
I'm vegan. I don't see what the big dealio is. Nicole gave me the World's Biggest Eyeroll when I first told her. It wasn't like I was bragging about it. I just politely declined to have a piece of cake she offered one day and explained I couldn't eat it.
NJ is an angel in everyone's eyes. I even liked her. No problems with her at all. That is, before I was re-hired.
I had a hunch she didn't like me so much anymore. What changed?
I frequently discuss with a couple of the girls there all my plans for tattoos and piercings, it's just something I enjoy and they're often curious about anyway.
Even if I'm in a bad mood one day, and my coworkers know it, I am always nice to the customers. I even try to retain my perkiness and positive attitude. I mean, that's my JOB. To give people the warm fuzzies.
One of my best friends, Dani, also works with me. She came over Saturday night for a couple drinks and just to hang out for a bit. We're just talking about work a bit, when we go into talk about the managers.
Me: I don't think Nicole likes me that much :\
Dani: *stops chattering and eyeballs me* Chel... she DOES NOT like you. At all.
Me: *heart sinks* I kinda had a feeling...
So that's fine. I was always able to work with Nicole just fine, even pretty much knowing that she disliked me. I didn't think it was this bad though:
Dani: She talks about you a lot... *guilty look*
Me: Is-... about-... why? What about?
Dani: Well, you didn't hear any of this from me, okay?
Me: *braces myself for gut-wrenching self-esteem crushing*
Dani: Well, you annoy her. I don't know why-
Me: I hardly talk to her!
Dani: She says you're a slut. She legit thinks you are an absolute whore.
Mind you, I've had sex with three guys in my whole life. Two of those guys were serious relationships, including my current boyfriend. And I was almost 18 before I lost my virginity.
Me: I have never said ANYTHING to her about my sex life!
Dani: I know... I told her that your sex life was your business... she kept on going though.
Me: *plays with ear* (I do that when I'm upset)
Dani: She thinks you're stupid. She also thinks you're a total ditz, and I guess it really pisses her off.
I am a bit of a ditz. I'm also extremely absent-minded. But I will tell you right now, make no mistake, I am NOT stupid, by any means.
So we talk back and forth for a bit, me hopelessly trying to defend myself to Dani, Dani trying to assure me that she still loves me just the same. So that's fine... Dani leaves and I just go to bed. I lay there for about an hour just thinking... thinking... thinking... that shit was weighing on me way more than it should have. It got worse.
I was Facebooking after working the morning shift yesterday (good ol' Mondays). That day, I wasn't myself at all. I just stayed quiet, I was defensive over nothing, and I just plain felt crushed. Dani messaged me (she closed with NJ that night):
Dani: So it's official Chels... NJ hates you :(
Me: ... why! I have never said ANYTHING to her. I didn't do ANYTHING!
Dani: I know, and I don't know what got her going! She asked me about my weekend and I just mentioned stopping at your house, and she started going on a rant about you.
Me: *stares at screen in awe* Why...
Dani: She says you're lazy and a fake bitch. She says you get your piercings and tattoos because you're attention starved, and you're an idiot for being vegan. I tried explaining to her that you aren't like that at all, but she just kept going :(
Me: I never said anything about her...
Dani: I'm really sorry Chels... I still love you.
Me: *long pause*
Dani: Admittedly, if I hadn't known you all through high school, I wouldn't know what to think of you either. You just have a different personality Chels, but a lot of us still love you for it!
Me: I don't care. I just don't care. As far as I'm concerned, everyone at Rite Aid can go fuck themselves *signs off*
I went to bed again, after ignoring phone calls and texts from Dani. What did the other managers think of me, then? Were they just being nice and tolerating me, too? I always felt so close to them all, that Rite Aid was like a home to me. And now I just felt like shit. It's so hard to crush my self-esteem, and that did it right there. I cried. I bawled like a little girl until I tired myself right out. I have never felt so horrible about myself in my whole life. I'm glad I had today and tomorrow off, or I wouldn't know what to do... I spent my lunch breaks Sunday and Monday just hiding in a little ball wanting to die.
I just want to get out of this place. I want to be with all of my real friends and my boyfriend and people who won't bullshit me like that :(
I have never felt like people hate me so much.
And the worst part of it all is that I have absolutely no fucking clue what I did. None.
Seriously.
There's this one manager at Rite Aid. Her name is Nicole, more commonly referred to as NJ.
She's a couple years older than me, she's this mega nice shift supervisor that, due to how our schedules work out, I work with very frequently. I have known her since I began working at Rite Aid in February '09. (Mind you, I was recently re-hired there about a month ago). We're polar opposites, and that's an extreme understatement.
I'm perky and bubbly when I talk to people. She complains when she's around us, not in a bad way, but NJ's... a complainer. She's very sweet to customers though.
I love tattoos and piercings. I'm attracted to people with tattoos and piercings. I want tattoos and piercings, god damnit. Nicole does not like any of the above. That's fine. Whatever floats yer boat, lady.
I'm a smartass. I'm sarcastic. I like to make jokes, sometimes suggestive jokes. However, I'm always professional when handling a customer. Always. Nicole doesn't joke much.
I'm vegan. I don't see what the big dealio is. Nicole gave me the World's Biggest Eyeroll when I first told her. It wasn't like I was bragging about it. I just politely declined to have a piece of cake she offered one day and explained I couldn't eat it.
NJ is an angel in everyone's eyes. I even liked her. No problems with her at all. That is, before I was re-hired.
I had a hunch she didn't like me so much anymore. What changed?
I frequently discuss with a couple of the girls there all my plans for tattoos and piercings, it's just something I enjoy and they're often curious about anyway.
Even if I'm in a bad mood one day, and my coworkers know it, I am always nice to the customers. I even try to retain my perkiness and positive attitude. I mean, that's my JOB. To give people the warm fuzzies.
One of my best friends, Dani, also works with me. She came over Saturday night for a couple drinks and just to hang out for a bit. We're just talking about work a bit, when we go into talk about the managers.
Me: I don't think Nicole likes me that much :\
Dani: *stops chattering and eyeballs me* Chel... she DOES NOT like you. At all.
Me: *heart sinks* I kinda had a feeling...
So that's fine. I was always able to work with Nicole just fine, even pretty much knowing that she disliked me. I didn't think it was this bad though:
Dani: She talks about you a lot... *guilty look*
Me: Is-... about-... why? What about?
Dani: Well, you didn't hear any of this from me, okay?
Me: *braces myself for gut-wrenching self-esteem crushing*
Dani: Well, you annoy her. I don't know why-
Me: I hardly talk to her!
Dani: She says you're a slut. She legit thinks you are an absolute whore.
Mind you, I've had sex with three guys in my whole life. Two of those guys were serious relationships, including my current boyfriend. And I was almost 18 before I lost my virginity.
Me: I have never said ANYTHING to her about my sex life!
Dani: I know... I told her that your sex life was your business... she kept on going though.
Me: *plays with ear* (I do that when I'm upset)
Dani: She thinks you're stupid. She also thinks you're a total ditz, and I guess it really pisses her off.
I am a bit of a ditz. I'm also extremely absent-minded. But I will tell you right now, make no mistake, I am NOT stupid, by any means.
So we talk back and forth for a bit, me hopelessly trying to defend myself to Dani, Dani trying to assure me that she still loves me just the same. So that's fine... Dani leaves and I just go to bed. I lay there for about an hour just thinking... thinking... thinking... that shit was weighing on me way more than it should have. It got worse.
I was Facebooking after working the morning shift yesterday (good ol' Mondays). That day, I wasn't myself at all. I just stayed quiet, I was defensive over nothing, and I just plain felt crushed. Dani messaged me (she closed with NJ that night):
Dani: So it's official Chels... NJ hates you :(
Me: ... why! I have never said ANYTHING to her. I didn't do ANYTHING!
Dani: I know, and I don't know what got her going! She asked me about my weekend and I just mentioned stopping at your house, and she started going on a rant about you.
Me: *stares at screen in awe* Why...
Dani: She says you're lazy and a fake bitch. She says you get your piercings and tattoos because you're attention starved, and you're an idiot for being vegan. I tried explaining to her that you aren't like that at all, but she just kept going :(
Me: I never said anything about her...
Dani: I'm really sorry Chels... I still love you.
Me: *long pause*
Dani: Admittedly, if I hadn't known you all through high school, I wouldn't know what to think of you either. You just have a different personality Chels, but a lot of us still love you for it!
Me: I don't care. I just don't care. As far as I'm concerned, everyone at Rite Aid can go fuck themselves *signs off*
I went to bed again, after ignoring phone calls and texts from Dani. What did the other managers think of me, then? Were they just being nice and tolerating me, too? I always felt so close to them all, that Rite Aid was like a home to me. And now I just felt like shit. It's so hard to crush my self-esteem, and that did it right there. I cried. I bawled like a little girl until I tired myself right out. I have never felt so horrible about myself in my whole life. I'm glad I had today and tomorrow off, or I wouldn't know what to do... I spent my lunch breaks Sunday and Monday just hiding in a little ball wanting to die.
I just want to get out of this place. I want to be with all of my real friends and my boyfriend and people who won't bullshit me like that :(
I have never felt like people hate me so much.
And the worst part of it all is that I have absolutely no fucking clue what I did. None.
My Day at Rite Aid. Week THREE.
Posted 15 years agoGod, last week really was the Week from Hell D:
1. A woman's check was declined (our machines treat the checks like debit cards), with the usual "No Funds Left" Message:
Disgruntled Customer: What do you mean I don't have any money? I still have all of these checks! *opens up check book and shows off blank checks*
Apparently, that shit just grows on trees now...
2. I hate summer sales...
Me: Hi, can I help you find something?
Customer: Yes, actually. You have this item that I want, but it looks like it’s been damaged.
*Lifts up a 10'x30' inflatable pool that’s currently on sale. She pointed out a small tear in the box*
Customer: Would you happen to have any more?
Me: Sure, I can check for you. *checks stockroom* No, I’m sorry, it appears that you have the last one.
Customer: *angry* Why don’t you have any more!?
Me: Well, it’s a great sale, so we’ve had a lot of people come in today to purchase it.
Customer: Yes, but it’s ON SALE. That means that it should be IN STOCK.
Me: Ma’am, I’m sorry, but since it’s on sale, we’ve had a lot of people come in today to purchase it. The one that you have right now is still in good shape. The only problem with it is not the product, but the box itself.
Customer: This is false advertising! Your ad said you had these, but you don’t! WHY!?
Me: Because if we had every on sale item overstocked to meet demand, our storage room would be impossible to walk around in...
Customer: Fine, be a smart ass. I still want one from here either way. Call the Rite Aid in Youngstown to drive one here so I can purchase it.
Me: … Excuse me?
Customer: Call Youngstown…and tell them to bring me one…
Me: I... I can't DO that -_-'
Customer: Why the HELL not!?
Me: Because… I don’t think the Youngstown Rite Aid, currently busy handling their own sales…would be very happy to have to get your item, drive 20 minutes, waste gas, and then deliver said item to you while you’re already holding said item in hand…
Customer: THIS. IS. RIDICULOUS!
Me: We agree then.
Customer: *Infuriated* I am NEVER coming to this STUPID FUCKING STORE AGAIN! I’M GOING TO WALMART!
Me: 0_o
(Lady storms off.)
3. We restocked on inflatable pools for sales this week.
Customer: What size is this pool?
Me: *examines label* 10'x30'
Customer: So how big is that?
Me: In meters? It’s…
Customer: No, in feet.
Me: It’s ten feet by thirty feet.
Customer: Okay. And what color is it?
Me: Blue.
Customer: Right…and would it look good in my backyard?
Me: I don’t know…I’ve never seen your backyard.
Customer: No, I guess you haven’t. Do you think I have room for it?
Me: ?@#!
4. There's this hippie lady that comes into the store every now and then… She has this crazed out look and talks in this very airy voice. She came up to register with a large pile of towels and turns to the lady standing behind her.
Customer: Wow! I love your purse! It would go with my shiny blue shoes, and my black jacket, and those cute Capri pants in my closet!
Other Customer: Uh…thanks?
Customer: *turns to me* You know, I have to keep changing the bathroom colors. I like the spring colors, but you know, Angel keeps peeling the paint off of the wall behind the toilet so I keep telling her Uncle Rico is going to have to repaint the bathroom if she keeps doing that…
Me: Okay… well, I hope you enjoy your towels. *hands her the receipt* Thank you and have a nice day.
Customer: *eyes grow wide as she sprawls the receipt out* WOW! This receipt is so…LONG! Its so…BIG! And there are so many ITEMS on it!
(She continued to stand at my register fawning over the length of the receipt for a good 5 minutes before she left.)
5. We sell digital Weight Watcher scales.
Elderly Female: I didn’t know they had digital scales.
Me: *rings through scale* Yup, they’re pretty cool.
Elderly Female: Are they accurate?
Me: I believe so, they measure to one decimal place too so it’s more accurate to read than a normal scale.
Elderly Female: Oh that’s so lovely! I’m going to go home now and weigh myself naked!
Me: *bad image*
6. I'm still trying to grasp what exactly happened here...
Customer: “CRAKKAS STINK! THIS STORE STINKS! CRAKKA STORE STINKS!”
Me: *blink blink*
Customer: GOOD LORD IT STINKS! SHE GOT TANGLY HAIR, I BET IT STINKS!
Women with him: Shut up! Shut up! I’m sorry, he doesn’t... SHUT UP!
Me: *blink blink*
Customer: STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!
7. We had windchimes on sale the past couple of weeks, and there's an electronic display that makes the spinny chimes work.
Customer: Hi, I would like to purchase one of these… *points to the windchime set* …but there aren’t anymore underneath it. Where are the others stored?
I look over to the windchime rack and see we are sold out of the kind that they want.
Me: I’m sorry, it appears we are sold out.
Customer: Oh, well then I’ll just take this one! *points to the display unit*
Me: Oh, that’s just a display unit. That one isn’t for sale.
Customer: Why not?
Me: Well, this is one of those specific items that we are given a temporary display unit of from the vendor, that we have to send back at the end of the season.
Customer: So why can’t I buy it?
Me: Well, it’s not ours to sell. It is rented from the people who made the set.
Customer: I still don’t understand why I can’t buy it!
Me: It does not belong to us. We cannot sell what does not belong to us.
Customer: Why not?
Me: *sly grin* …what kind of car do you drive?
Customer: A 2000 Focus, why?
Me, to a passing customer: Sir, would you like to buy a 2000 Focus?
Customer: What are you doing?
Me: Selling your car.
Customer: Why? It’s MY car!
Me: Well, I didn’t think ownership made a difference to you.
To conclude, I'm fairly certain I'm responsible for a lot of customers not returning to Rite Aid :D
1. A woman's check was declined (our machines treat the checks like debit cards), with the usual "No Funds Left" Message:
Disgruntled Customer: What do you mean I don't have any money? I still have all of these checks! *opens up check book and shows off blank checks*
Apparently, that shit just grows on trees now...
2. I hate summer sales...
Me: Hi, can I help you find something?
Customer: Yes, actually. You have this item that I want, but it looks like it’s been damaged.
*Lifts up a 10'x30' inflatable pool that’s currently on sale. She pointed out a small tear in the box*
Customer: Would you happen to have any more?
Me: Sure, I can check for you. *checks stockroom* No, I’m sorry, it appears that you have the last one.
Customer: *angry* Why don’t you have any more!?
Me: Well, it’s a great sale, so we’ve had a lot of people come in today to purchase it.
Customer: Yes, but it’s ON SALE. That means that it should be IN STOCK.
Me: Ma’am, I’m sorry, but since it’s on sale, we’ve had a lot of people come in today to purchase it. The one that you have right now is still in good shape. The only problem with it is not the product, but the box itself.
Customer: This is false advertising! Your ad said you had these, but you don’t! WHY!?
Me: Because if we had every on sale item overstocked to meet demand, our storage room would be impossible to walk around in...
Customer: Fine, be a smart ass. I still want one from here either way. Call the Rite Aid in Youngstown to drive one here so I can purchase it.
Me: … Excuse me?
Customer: Call Youngstown…and tell them to bring me one…
Me: I... I can't DO that -_-'
Customer: Why the HELL not!?
Me: Because… I don’t think the Youngstown Rite Aid, currently busy handling their own sales…would be very happy to have to get your item, drive 20 minutes, waste gas, and then deliver said item to you while you’re already holding said item in hand…
Customer: THIS. IS. RIDICULOUS!
Me: We agree then.
Customer: *Infuriated* I am NEVER coming to this STUPID FUCKING STORE AGAIN! I’M GOING TO WALMART!
Me: 0_o
(Lady storms off.)
3. We restocked on inflatable pools for sales this week.
Customer: What size is this pool?
Me: *examines label* 10'x30'
Customer: So how big is that?
Me: In meters? It’s…
Customer: No, in feet.
Me: It’s ten feet by thirty feet.
Customer: Okay. And what color is it?
Me: Blue.
Customer: Right…and would it look good in my backyard?
Me: I don’t know…I’ve never seen your backyard.
Customer: No, I guess you haven’t. Do you think I have room for it?
Me: ?@#!
4. There's this hippie lady that comes into the store every now and then… She has this crazed out look and talks in this very airy voice. She came up to register with a large pile of towels and turns to the lady standing behind her.
Customer: Wow! I love your purse! It would go with my shiny blue shoes, and my black jacket, and those cute Capri pants in my closet!
Other Customer: Uh…thanks?
Customer: *turns to me* You know, I have to keep changing the bathroom colors. I like the spring colors, but you know, Angel keeps peeling the paint off of the wall behind the toilet so I keep telling her Uncle Rico is going to have to repaint the bathroom if she keeps doing that…
Me: Okay… well, I hope you enjoy your towels. *hands her the receipt* Thank you and have a nice day.
Customer: *eyes grow wide as she sprawls the receipt out* WOW! This receipt is so…LONG! Its so…BIG! And there are so many ITEMS on it!
(She continued to stand at my register fawning over the length of the receipt for a good 5 minutes before she left.)
5. We sell digital Weight Watcher scales.
Elderly Female: I didn’t know they had digital scales.
Me: *rings through scale* Yup, they’re pretty cool.
Elderly Female: Are they accurate?
Me: I believe so, they measure to one decimal place too so it’s more accurate to read than a normal scale.
Elderly Female: Oh that’s so lovely! I’m going to go home now and weigh myself naked!
Me: *bad image*
6. I'm still trying to grasp what exactly happened here...
Customer: “CRAKKAS STINK! THIS STORE STINKS! CRAKKA STORE STINKS!”
Me: *blink blink*
Customer: GOOD LORD IT STINKS! SHE GOT TANGLY HAIR, I BET IT STINKS!
Women with him: Shut up! Shut up! I’m sorry, he doesn’t... SHUT UP!
Me: *blink blink*
Customer: STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!
7. We had windchimes on sale the past couple of weeks, and there's an electronic display that makes the spinny chimes work.
Customer: Hi, I would like to purchase one of these… *points to the windchime set* …but there aren’t anymore underneath it. Where are the others stored?
I look over to the windchime rack and see we are sold out of the kind that they want.
Me: I’m sorry, it appears we are sold out.
Customer: Oh, well then I’ll just take this one! *points to the display unit*
Me: Oh, that’s just a display unit. That one isn’t for sale.
Customer: Why not?
Me: Well, this is one of those specific items that we are given a temporary display unit of from the vendor, that we have to send back at the end of the season.
Customer: So why can’t I buy it?
Me: Well, it’s not ours to sell. It is rented from the people who made the set.
Customer: I still don’t understand why I can’t buy it!
Me: It does not belong to us. We cannot sell what does not belong to us.
Customer: Why not?
Me: *sly grin* …what kind of car do you drive?
Customer: A 2000 Focus, why?
Me, to a passing customer: Sir, would you like to buy a 2000 Focus?
Customer: What are you doing?
Me: Selling your car.
Customer: Why? It’s MY car!
Me: Well, I didn’t think ownership made a difference to you.
To conclude, I'm fairly certain I'm responsible for a lot of customers not returning to Rite Aid :D
LONLINESS. I HAS IT :(
Posted 15 years agoMy entire family is in Tennessee for the weekend. And, other than the grand total of 25.5 hours I work this weekend, I am doing nothing.
I usually want to tear my family's head off when they're around.
But I miss them already D: I'm so damn ronery!
Most of my friends are either at school or doing something already.
And I just got back from seeing Erick today too, which makes it worse :(
SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND HUG ME.
I usually want to tear my family's head off when they're around.
But I miss them already D: I'm so damn ronery!
Most of my friends are either at school or doing something already.
And I just got back from seeing Erick today too, which makes it worse :(
SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND HUG ME.
Copious amounts of UV Vodka
Posted 15 years agoIn my system.
I've done about 9 shots of vodka so far. I'm feeling pretty damn good.
My dearest Erick better be careful. Rape is eminent.
I've done about 9 shots of vodka so far. I'm feeling pretty damn good.
My dearest Erick better be careful. Rape is eminent.
Trivial facts about this week so far
Posted 15 years agoYou guys. I found a bonfire! NO, I'M NOT HIGH. My dearest Tagard and I found a bonfire. We missed the bonfire party-majig at NCCC, so we go there, and there's the bonfire! Just sitting there! With no people! WE HAD OUR OWN FIRE YOU GUYS (maybe everyone else was on a potty break?).
I went to Starbucks today. When I flunked out of Fredonia, the first thing that came to my mind was Starbucks! I miss it! So I drove 35 minutes to the nearest one! Also, I spent about 100 dollars on groceries for my boyfriend. I'm visiting him tomorrow :3
I'M GETTING MY SEPTUM PIERCED WEDNESDAY!!!!! I have wanted this for soooo long! That's the second of my piercings, tongue will be next, then angel bites!
Also, I designed my chest piece. I will be getting it before the end of May if all goes well. It will be my second tattoo, yayayay :D
Hm... what else... OH! Mountain Dew White Out is by far my new fave of the new Dews. Everyone doesn't give a fuck about it because it tastes like Squirt. WELL GUESS WHAT PLAYA-HATERS? It's CAFFEINATED Squirt, which is epic, because Squirt was my favorite to begin with. Now it has caffeine!
Oh, and I have a test today. Poopy to that, especially since finals are next week >:[
That's okay, I'm going to be an EDUCATED tattoo artist!
Speaking of which, I'm getting my tattooing equipment over the summer! Any guinea pigs!?
I went to Starbucks today. When I flunked out of Fredonia, the first thing that came to my mind was Starbucks! I miss it! So I drove 35 minutes to the nearest one! Also, I spent about 100 dollars on groceries for my boyfriend. I'm visiting him tomorrow :3
I'M GETTING MY SEPTUM PIERCED WEDNESDAY!!!!! I have wanted this for soooo long! That's the second of my piercings, tongue will be next, then angel bites!
Also, I designed my chest piece. I will be getting it before the end of May if all goes well. It will be my second tattoo, yayayay :D
Hm... what else... OH! Mountain Dew White Out is by far my new fave of the new Dews. Everyone doesn't give a fuck about it because it tastes like Squirt. WELL GUESS WHAT PLAYA-HATERS? It's CAFFEINATED Squirt, which is epic, because Squirt was my favorite to begin with. Now it has caffeine!
Oh, and I have a test today. Poopy to that, especially since finals are next week >:[
That's okay, I'm going to be an EDUCATED tattoo artist!
Speaking of which, I'm getting my tattooing equipment over the summer! Any guinea pigs!?
My day at Rite Aid. Week TWO.
Posted 15 years agoThis is all the crap that's happened to me this week so far >.< I prefer to wait until the end of the week, but there's too much already. And I've worked like what, two shifts?
1. My Rite Aid is down the street from a crazy people home. Well, retirement home. But it's a nasty retirement home, and it attracts some... characters. One of the usual crazies paid a visit for probably the third time that day.
Customer: You cashed me out before!
Me: Yeah! I remember you :D
Customer: The salad dressing you sold me was too sweet!
Me: What, the ranch?
Customer: No, The brown stuff! *pulls out plastic Rite Aid bag*
Me: The vinaigrette? I don't think we sell that here >.> (we only have Ranch and Italian)
Customer: NO! The BROWN STUFF D:<
Me: *takes out the only item in the bag* Um...
Customer: You're so retarded! RIGHT. THERE. *points to the container*
Me: Th-... The chocolate pudding?
2. A lady was returning an apparently spoiled box of cereal.
Customer: I’d like to return this box of cereal. It tasted like it was spoiled when I ate it. Here’s my receipt.
Me: Ma’am, I’m sorry. We can’t take it back. You only have 30 days to return items, and you bought it over 5 months ago.
Customer: This is outrageous! I could have gotten sick from this!
Me: *looks in box* This is an empty box of cereal. Where’s the cereal?
Customer: I told you. I ate it!
3. One of my favorite stereotypical white trash customers came in to do ANOTHER return.
Customer: Why was my return denied?
Me: Ma’am, the system is showing us that you have recently made a lot of returns without a receipt. When this happens, corporate flags your ID and you can’t make any non-receipt returns for a while. It’s to prevent theft.
Customer: I’m not stealing. In fact, I have a lot of money. My boyfriend is a street pharmacist and he has a lot of money.
Me: A wha-?
Customer: A street pharmacist! He sells dope.
Me: *awkward shuffle* That is more information than I want to know. Have a nice day!
4. One of my usual customers came in to buy some Robitussin. He was clearly sick.
Me: I need your date of birth.
Customer: Why?
Me: You’re buying Robitussin and I just need your date of birth to confirm you are over the age of 18.
Customer: Oh. April 20th, 1420.
Me: Eh... I really need your actual birth date to continue.
Customer: 4-20-1420. Just put it in *coughs*
Me: *punches numbers* *register proceeds with sale* I-...
Customer: Told you :D
5. An elderly couple walks in. The woman's husband is obviously hard of hearing.
Me: Hello, and how are you folks today?
Customer: You look so young!
Me: I’m only nineteen :)
Customer: What?
Customer’s wife: SHE SAYS SHE’S NINETEEN!
Customer: Oh…do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Seven months :)
Customer: What?
Customer’s wife: SHE'S TAKEN!
Customer: Oh…do you want to go out with me sometime?
Me: Uh…here, I’ll just finish scanning your items for you *awkward smile to his wife*
Customer: What?
Customer’s Wife: SHE TURNED YOU DOWN!
6. A woman approached me with the last Avatar Blu-ray we had on sale.
Me: Blu-ray is a great choice, it looks amazing.
Customer: Great! I’m so excited to watch my first Blu-ray. We just setup the DVR this morning.
Me: DVR?
Customer: Yeah! Our DVR machine to watch Blu-rays.
Me: Um... I hate to say this, but DVRs don’t play Blu-rays. They record live television.
Customer: *rolls eyes* Yes, but they play Blu-rays as well!
Me: I'm sorry, but they don’t. If you buy this, open up the movie and then figure out that your machine won’t play it then I can’t give you a refund. I can’t do refunds on new products that are opened.
Customer: Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot, and don’t threaten me! I know this plays Blu-rays! My friend Steve told it does, and he used to work for a major retailer.
Me: Okay, fine. *pauses* Just to ask, where is the disc tray on your DVR?
Customer: *eyes open wide* You know, on second thought, Steve also got fired for fraud. *hands back*
As I said before. Best. Job. Ever.
1. My Rite Aid is down the street from a crazy people home. Well, retirement home. But it's a nasty retirement home, and it attracts some... characters. One of the usual crazies paid a visit for probably the third time that day.
Customer: You cashed me out before!
Me: Yeah! I remember you :D
Customer: The salad dressing you sold me was too sweet!
Me: What, the ranch?
Customer: No, The brown stuff! *pulls out plastic Rite Aid bag*
Me: The vinaigrette? I don't think we sell that here >.> (we only have Ranch and Italian)
Customer: NO! The BROWN STUFF D:<
Me: *takes out the only item in the bag* Um...
Customer: You're so retarded! RIGHT. THERE. *points to the container*
Me: Th-... The chocolate pudding?
2. A lady was returning an apparently spoiled box of cereal.
Customer: I’d like to return this box of cereal. It tasted like it was spoiled when I ate it. Here’s my receipt.
Me: Ma’am, I’m sorry. We can’t take it back. You only have 30 days to return items, and you bought it over 5 months ago.
Customer: This is outrageous! I could have gotten sick from this!
Me: *looks in box* This is an empty box of cereal. Where’s the cereal?
Customer: I told you. I ate it!
3. One of my favorite stereotypical white trash customers came in to do ANOTHER return.
Customer: Why was my return denied?
Me: Ma’am, the system is showing us that you have recently made a lot of returns without a receipt. When this happens, corporate flags your ID and you can’t make any non-receipt returns for a while. It’s to prevent theft.
Customer: I’m not stealing. In fact, I have a lot of money. My boyfriend is a street pharmacist and he has a lot of money.
Me: A wha-?
Customer: A street pharmacist! He sells dope.
Me: *awkward shuffle* That is more information than I want to know. Have a nice day!
4. One of my usual customers came in to buy some Robitussin. He was clearly sick.
Me: I need your date of birth.
Customer: Why?
Me: You’re buying Robitussin and I just need your date of birth to confirm you are over the age of 18.
Customer: Oh. April 20th, 1420.
Me: Eh... I really need your actual birth date to continue.
Customer: 4-20-1420. Just put it in *coughs*
Me: *punches numbers* *register proceeds with sale* I-...
Customer: Told you :D
5. An elderly couple walks in. The woman's husband is obviously hard of hearing.
Me: Hello, and how are you folks today?
Customer: You look so young!
Me: I’m only nineteen :)
Customer: What?
Customer’s wife: SHE SAYS SHE’S NINETEEN!
Customer: Oh…do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Seven months :)
Customer: What?
Customer’s wife: SHE'S TAKEN!
Customer: Oh…do you want to go out with me sometime?
Me: Uh…here, I’ll just finish scanning your items for you *awkward smile to his wife*
Customer: What?
Customer’s Wife: SHE TURNED YOU DOWN!
6. A woman approached me with the last Avatar Blu-ray we had on sale.
Me: Blu-ray is a great choice, it looks amazing.
Customer: Great! I’m so excited to watch my first Blu-ray. We just setup the DVR this morning.
Me: DVR?
Customer: Yeah! Our DVR machine to watch Blu-rays.
Me: Um... I hate to say this, but DVRs don’t play Blu-rays. They record live television.
Customer: *rolls eyes* Yes, but they play Blu-rays as well!
Me: I'm sorry, but they don’t. If you buy this, open up the movie and then figure out that your machine won’t play it then I can’t give you a refund. I can’t do refunds on new products that are opened.
Customer: Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot, and don’t threaten me! I know this plays Blu-rays! My friend Steve told it does, and he used to work for a major retailer.
Me: Okay, fine. *pauses* Just to ask, where is the disc tray on your DVR?
Customer: *eyes open wide* You know, on second thought, Steve also got fired for fraud. *hands back*
As I said before. Best. Job. Ever.
I don't want to live in NYC and I don't want my Associate's.
Posted 15 years agoYesterday marked seven months since Erick and I started dating.
I thought about a lot after realizing that.
My thoughts mostly went back to last week, when I went to visit him. We discussed my moving in with him in August, about our future plans, etc.
Everything seemed okay, but in reality I was suffering from mental carnage.
We drove to Jamestown to get some of his stuff for his dorm at SUNY Fredonia. The drive up was a disappointment. Again, we used MY car and MY gas to get there. We haven't driven in his car in months. My car is old, it can only take so much...
Erick had bought shroomies the week before, and we were planning on tripping together, maybe with a few friends (yes, our drug usage brings us closer. Haters gonna hate). It was Saturday when we drove up, we were going to trip on Sunday. He went to our friend Kyle's for a party the night before:
Erick: I tripped with Sette (his best friend) last night.
Me: Y-... WHY...
Erick: We were going to Sunday, but she really wanted to! Are you seriously mad about that?
Me: We were supposed to together... and you didn't exactly TELL me...
So we bickered like schoolchildren. By the time we had gotten to Jamestown, we were fine, but I was clearly still bitter. We got his things together, and left.
At this point, it was official that I was moving in with him. He began talking about his future plans. That's correct, HIS, not OURS.
Erick: I can't wait to graduate. I'm leaving straight for NYC after! Going to get my Master's... and you can get a job there while I go to school, you'll have your Associate's! We'll get a place.
Note, he completely disregarded the fact that I wanted my Bachelor's from JCC and assumed that I would just settle for an Associate's (JCC is a two and four year school).
Erick: You can start your tattooing on the side... I can help pay for a space so you can open a shop.
I NEVER want to be in a situation where I'm relying on my significant other for money. I like to have my own money.
Me: I coul-...
Erick: I'm going to go wherever I have to to get a job, you know? My industry (he's a film major) will kinda require it, you know? Just so you know... that's the way it's going to have to be. I want to live in Cali for a while too... God, I can't wait...
Me: I-...
Erick:Well, I never really asked you. What do you want to do with your life?
What the hell was I supposed to say? I don't want to live in NYC. I want to live in Pittsburgh for a while, but move back to the country at some point. I don't want my Associate's, I want my Bachelor's. I want to tattoo more than anything, but I don't want YOUR help. I want to build my business from the ground up, with MY money, and MY talent, and MY mind.
So what do I do? I just stay quiet. I stare into the brown paper bag with our Chinese food in it, hug it close to my body, and stare out the window.
What can I say? It was then I realized what I really knew all along: Erick loves me, but he will not compromise. He'll drop me right where we stand if it doesn't go with his plan. With what HE wants. I have to compromise all of MY dreams and plans, and follow him. His "it is what it is" attitude has taken its toll on my emotions these past seven months.
What's worse, I have followed him all along. I've been stuck in this mindset that I will just follow him to the ends of the earth to make everything work between us. I love the person I'm with too much to do anything else.
It's finally at a point where I'm fed up with it.
I'm fed up with his promises of us doing things as a couple only to see his friends another night.
I'm fed up with driving two hours to see him, without so much as a thank you.
I'm fed up with his lack of concern for my needs or my feelings.
I'm fed up with not being told ANYTHING. I have NO CLUE what's going on in his life. He acts like I should know though...
My god, if he could only COMPROMISE with me, throw me a goddamn bone... I wouldn't be so fed up right now.
My feelings for him diminish more and more every day, I can barely take it anymore.
Yet, in four months, I'm supposed to be living with him.
Give up going to MY school.
Give up MY job.
Say goodbye to MY friends...
Why? Why am I doing this to myself? Why can't I have someone who sees me in an equal light? I love Erick, but I can't take much more...
I thought about a lot after realizing that.
My thoughts mostly went back to last week, when I went to visit him. We discussed my moving in with him in August, about our future plans, etc.
Everything seemed okay, but in reality I was suffering from mental carnage.
We drove to Jamestown to get some of his stuff for his dorm at SUNY Fredonia. The drive up was a disappointment. Again, we used MY car and MY gas to get there. We haven't driven in his car in months. My car is old, it can only take so much...
Erick had bought shroomies the week before, and we were planning on tripping together, maybe with a few friends (yes, our drug usage brings us closer. Haters gonna hate). It was Saturday when we drove up, we were going to trip on Sunday. He went to our friend Kyle's for a party the night before:
Erick: I tripped with Sette (his best friend) last night.
Me: Y-... WHY...
Erick: We were going to Sunday, but she really wanted to! Are you seriously mad about that?
Me: We were supposed to together... and you didn't exactly TELL me...
So we bickered like schoolchildren. By the time we had gotten to Jamestown, we were fine, but I was clearly still bitter. We got his things together, and left.
At this point, it was official that I was moving in with him. He began talking about his future plans. That's correct, HIS, not OURS.
Erick: I can't wait to graduate. I'm leaving straight for NYC after! Going to get my Master's... and you can get a job there while I go to school, you'll have your Associate's! We'll get a place.
Note, he completely disregarded the fact that I wanted my Bachelor's from JCC and assumed that I would just settle for an Associate's (JCC is a two and four year school).
Erick: You can start your tattooing on the side... I can help pay for a space so you can open a shop.
I NEVER want to be in a situation where I'm relying on my significant other for money. I like to have my own money.
Me: I coul-...
Erick: I'm going to go wherever I have to to get a job, you know? My industry (he's a film major) will kinda require it, you know? Just so you know... that's the way it's going to have to be. I want to live in Cali for a while too... God, I can't wait...
Me: I-...
Erick:Well, I never really asked you. What do you want to do with your life?
What the hell was I supposed to say? I don't want to live in NYC. I want to live in Pittsburgh for a while, but move back to the country at some point. I don't want my Associate's, I want my Bachelor's. I want to tattoo more than anything, but I don't want YOUR help. I want to build my business from the ground up, with MY money, and MY talent, and MY mind.
So what do I do? I just stay quiet. I stare into the brown paper bag with our Chinese food in it, hug it close to my body, and stare out the window.
What can I say? It was then I realized what I really knew all along: Erick loves me, but he will not compromise. He'll drop me right where we stand if it doesn't go with his plan. With what HE wants. I have to compromise all of MY dreams and plans, and follow him. His "it is what it is" attitude has taken its toll on my emotions these past seven months.
What's worse, I have followed him all along. I've been stuck in this mindset that I will just follow him to the ends of the earth to make everything work between us. I love the person I'm with too much to do anything else.
It's finally at a point where I'm fed up with it.
I'm fed up with his promises of us doing things as a couple only to see his friends another night.
I'm fed up with driving two hours to see him, without so much as a thank you.
I'm fed up with his lack of concern for my needs or my feelings.
I'm fed up with not being told ANYTHING. I have NO CLUE what's going on in his life. He acts like I should know though...
My god, if he could only COMPROMISE with me, throw me a goddamn bone... I wouldn't be so fed up right now.
My feelings for him diminish more and more every day, I can barely take it anymore.
Yet, in four months, I'm supposed to be living with him.
Give up going to MY school.
Give up MY job.
Say goodbye to MY friends...
Why? Why am I doing this to myself? Why can't I have someone who sees me in an equal light? I love Erick, but I can't take much more...
Fuck this, I'm moving to Avatar world.
Posted 15 years agoMy brother was confirmed today. Yes, my family is Catholic. Icky.
I can still remember the day I told my dad I wasn't getting confirmed and I didn't believe in God. I was almost kicked out of the house.
I should have went along with it.
THAT LITTLE FUCKER CAME HOME WITH 500 BUCKS IN CONFIRMATION MONEY.
What the hell. It's a good thing I worked today, I am treated like a disease anytime the family does anything church-related.
Or mentions God.
Or we eat dinner together *angst* *sigh*
Then I saw the giant Avatar cardboard-cutout at work today. It was colorful and I remembered how kickass the scenery was (ignore the cliche storyline, that shit looked awesome).
I'm going to go live there. You guys game?
I can still remember the day I told my dad I wasn't getting confirmed and I didn't believe in God. I was almost kicked out of the house.
I should have went along with it.
THAT LITTLE FUCKER CAME HOME WITH 500 BUCKS IN CONFIRMATION MONEY.
What the hell. It's a good thing I worked today, I am treated like a disease anytime the family does anything church-related.
Or mentions God.
Or we eat dinner together *angst* *sigh*
Then I saw the giant Avatar cardboard-cutout at work today. It was colorful and I remembered how kickass the scenery was (ignore the cliche storyline, that shit looked awesome).
I'm going to go live there. You guys game?
8 Things
Posted 15 years agoI stealed this from Karcy :D :D :D
8 true things about myself.
1. I am a compulsive shoplifter. This is different from a kleptomaniac. Kleptos have a disorder. I do it knowing that it's wrong. I just like free stuff. I don't steal from my workplace though, and I don't steal from people I know. But you might want to avoid me at Wegman's ;D
2. My nipples are pierced, and my ears are stretched to 8s currently (I'm going down to 0s). In the future, I will be getting my septum pierced and angel bites. I may also get a cleavage piercing. I also have a tattoo of a phoenix on my right shoulder that I drew myself. I want to be covered in tribal tattoos.
3. I am a business major, but don't doubt my abilities as an artist. I WILL become a tattoo artist, I'm getting the equipment this summer to start building a portfolio :D
4. I am very anal about my spelling and grammar. I type in full sentences and spell properly. I also use my manners in public. What can I say? My momma raised me right!
5. I am a terrible driver. Not "terrible" as in dangerous, or that I do anything illegal, I'm just awkward behind the wheel. But I love long car rides by myself.
6. I do not choose my friends or significant others based on appearances. I can't, literally can't, be attracted to somebody physically until I know there's chemistry between us. This applies to my friends and boyfriends. I am not a person who judges by appearance at all.
7. I am very self-conscious about my weight and appearance (sorry, that's the third time I've used that word :D ) However, I couldn't care less what everyone else looks like. But I like to play with the boys. I want to drink and smoke pot and play video games! I want to draw penises on your stuff! I want to watch hockey and eat 'tato chips!
8. I love my music. Tool, Deftones, Puscifer, the good stuff. Stuff that speaks to me. Stuff that is sung by singers who are truly passionate about their music. Maynard is GOD.
8 true things about myself.
1. I am a compulsive shoplifter. This is different from a kleptomaniac. Kleptos have a disorder. I do it knowing that it's wrong. I just like free stuff. I don't steal from my workplace though, and I don't steal from people I know. But you might want to avoid me at Wegman's ;D
2. My nipples are pierced, and my ears are stretched to 8s currently (I'm going down to 0s). In the future, I will be getting my septum pierced and angel bites. I may also get a cleavage piercing. I also have a tattoo of a phoenix on my right shoulder that I drew myself. I want to be covered in tribal tattoos.
3. I am a business major, but don't doubt my abilities as an artist. I WILL become a tattoo artist, I'm getting the equipment this summer to start building a portfolio :D
4. I am very anal about my spelling and grammar. I type in full sentences and spell properly. I also use my manners in public. What can I say? My momma raised me right!
5. I am a terrible driver. Not "terrible" as in dangerous, or that I do anything illegal, I'm just awkward behind the wheel. But I love long car rides by myself.
6. I do not choose my friends or significant others based on appearances. I can't, literally can't, be attracted to somebody physically until I know there's chemistry between us. This applies to my friends and boyfriends. I am not a person who judges by appearance at all.
7. I am very self-conscious about my weight and appearance (sorry, that's the third time I've used that word :D ) However, I couldn't care less what everyone else looks like. But I like to play with the boys. I want to drink and smoke pot and play video games! I want to draw penises on your stuff! I want to watch hockey and eat 'tato chips!
8. I love my music. Tool, Deftones, Puscifer, the good stuff. Stuff that speaks to me. Stuff that is sung by singers who are truly passionate about their music. Maynard is GOD.
My Day at Rite Aid. Week one.
Posted 15 years agoMy day at Rite Aid, Part 1:
1. I stretched my ears down to 8s today, right before work (yay meeee :D ), and it hurt like holy phuck. But my ears weren't bleeding, so I grabbed my Amp and skipped merrily to work. And by "skipped merrily" I mean drove. I'm cashing people out, chattering like a mindless little bird, when two hours later I see blood smears on the shoulder of my Rite Aid smock. I look at my reflection in the office window to find my ears gushing blood. I ask Tom (my manager) how long they've been doing this, and I get, "They've been like that. You didn't know?". NO, TOM. Now, it's not the fact that I had been bleeding half my shift that bothered me. It's that my ears were crying blood for two hours and not a single person said anything about it. Nobody finds blood-gushing ears disturbing enough to say something?
2. We have electronic signature devices for credit cards and prescriptions. A guy needs to sign for his prescription.
Me: Please sign the pad *motions towards electronic pad*
Customer: *pulls out a pen and proceeds to get ink all over the pad*
Me: *oh-shit faise* Sir, you need to use the electronic pen here!
Customer: Oh no! Look what I did! *rubs the pad* *tries to sign over ink*
Me: *sigh* *pulls out Windex* Hold on, I got this...
3. One of my regulars came in to work today. She's uber-preggo in her Eggo. She brought in her very young daughter, and they come up to the counter.
Me: How are you :D
Customer: We're great! *rubs tummy* *turns to daughter* What is mommy having in June?
Customer's daughter: A baby!
Me: *mega-enthusiastic* Really!? What do you hope it will be!?!?!?
Customer's daughter: A puppy!
Me: 0_o
4. Customer: I bought a TV last week, and one of my friends told me I need a universal remote for it.
Me: Was it a TV off display?
Customer: No, a new one in a box.
Me: Did you not get one in the box?
Customer: Yes, but the wife has that! If she’s sitting on one couch and I’m on the other couch and I want to change the channel, what is she supposed to do, throw it to me?
Me: You could ask her to change the channel for you.
Customer: *chuckles* That’s not how marriage works, sweetie. I’ll just buy this one.
Me: Right, but if you both have a remote then you’ll keep changing the channel on each other!
Customer: *chuckles again* Oh, young lady, one day you’ll learn how the world works.
5. Condoms in the refrigerated food section next to the Hot Pockets. I have no witty comment for this.
Best job EVER. The end :D
1. I stretched my ears down to 8s today, right before work (yay meeee :D ), and it hurt like holy phuck. But my ears weren't bleeding, so I grabbed my Amp and skipped merrily to work. And by "skipped merrily" I mean drove. I'm cashing people out, chattering like a mindless little bird, when two hours later I see blood smears on the shoulder of my Rite Aid smock. I look at my reflection in the office window to find my ears gushing blood. I ask Tom (my manager) how long they've been doing this, and I get, "They've been like that. You didn't know?". NO, TOM. Now, it's not the fact that I had been bleeding half my shift that bothered me. It's that my ears were crying blood for two hours and not a single person said anything about it. Nobody finds blood-gushing ears disturbing enough to say something?
2. We have electronic signature devices for credit cards and prescriptions. A guy needs to sign for his prescription.
Me: Please sign the pad *motions towards electronic pad*
Customer: *pulls out a pen and proceeds to get ink all over the pad*
Me: *oh-shit faise* Sir, you need to use the electronic pen here!
Customer: Oh no! Look what I did! *rubs the pad* *tries to sign over ink*
Me: *sigh* *pulls out Windex* Hold on, I got this...
3. One of my regulars came in to work today. She's uber-preggo in her Eggo. She brought in her very young daughter, and they come up to the counter.
Me: How are you :D
Customer: We're great! *rubs tummy* *turns to daughter* What is mommy having in June?
Customer's daughter: A baby!
Me: *mega-enthusiastic* Really!? What do you hope it will be!?!?!?
Customer's daughter: A puppy!
Me: 0_o
4. Customer: I bought a TV last week, and one of my friends told me I need a universal remote for it.
Me: Was it a TV off display?
Customer: No, a new one in a box.
Me: Did you not get one in the box?
Customer: Yes, but the wife has that! If she’s sitting on one couch and I’m on the other couch and I want to change the channel, what is she supposed to do, throw it to me?
Me: You could ask her to change the channel for you.
Customer: *chuckles* That’s not how marriage works, sweetie. I’ll just buy this one.
Me: Right, but if you both have a remote then you’ll keep changing the channel on each other!
Customer: *chuckles again* Oh, young lady, one day you’ll learn how the world works.
5. Condoms in the refrigerated food section next to the Hot Pockets. I have no witty comment for this.
Best job EVER. The end :D
I dislike introductions.
Posted 15 years agoWell. I'm Chelsea.
I'm socially awkward, extremely artistically gifted, and a pothead.
There isn't much to me.
I am currently living at home. I flunked out of my first semester at SUNY Fredonia due to sheer laziness.
I'm attending community college now. I'm pretty miserable, but it is what it is.
While in Fredonia, I met the best thing that has ever crossed my path. His name is Erick. He's from Jamestown.
I also made the greatest group of friends anyone could ask for. They're also from Jamestown.
So event though I'm back in small-town Wilson, my whole life revolves around Fredonia and Jamestown. Which are and hour and a half, and two hours away, respectively.
I work at Rite Aid as a cashier. They love me there, I'm their little princess. I like being there, that place is like my home.
I can't say I'm happy with where I am now, not miserable either, but I'm getting through it day by day.
I guess I'm just at that point in my life where I'm struggling to find myself.
Eh, it is what it is, right?
I'm socially awkward, extremely artistically gifted, and a pothead.
There isn't much to me.
I am currently living at home. I flunked out of my first semester at SUNY Fredonia due to sheer laziness.
I'm attending community college now. I'm pretty miserable, but it is what it is.
While in Fredonia, I met the best thing that has ever crossed my path. His name is Erick. He's from Jamestown.
I also made the greatest group of friends anyone could ask for. They're also from Jamestown.
So event though I'm back in small-town Wilson, my whole life revolves around Fredonia and Jamestown. Which are and hour and a half, and two hours away, respectively.
I work at Rite Aid as a cashier. They love me there, I'm their little princess. I like being there, that place is like my home.
I can't say I'm happy with where I am now, not miserable either, but I'm getting through it day by day.
I guess I'm just at that point in my life where I'm struggling to find myself.
Eh, it is what it is, right?
