That'll happen when you take Monday off and start your week on Tuesday.

Friday was spent at the store, and then at home. I spent the last two hours of work in a veritable rage for absolutely no reason, and then had no desire to see anyone, which I apologise again for. I got a few things done around the apartment, then went to bed at a relatively decent hour. I really needed that.

Saturday was annoyingly hectic. I signed on to take part in an event at DePaul, but I had to get up there at 3 PM. I was scheduled to work the store until 4, which wouldn't work at all. So I got permission to leave work at 2 PM. That would have worked out great if we didn't have a two and a half hour (that ended up being three and a half since it went on after I left) lunch rush that earned us all of our profit for day shift. ARGH. I had wanted to get out of work by 1:30 if I could manage it, since the earlier I got up to Lincoln Park, the better. Blargh. Insert rage once again.

My part in the event was easy. I got to sit at Starbucks and drink coffee while one kid got a clue from me and another actually found me. This was for a Valentine's Scavenger hunt that JMAC hosted as part of an ongoing competition of sorts. It was awkward to be around DePaul again, but not really bad, per se. Though now I feel dumb, 'cause I should have run over to see if anyone from QR was in the office today. Blargh!

That evening, Lowell aided in retail therapy, and we ended up getting a cool shirt for him, besides. It's not blue! Yay! Dinner was had and very nice, and then we just chilled around his house, as his parents are in the country of origin for a month. No more rage after all that. Thankies, Lowell.

Sunday was spent primarily at Lowell's, since he let me do laundries at his house. We did go for breakfast at a really nice place in Northbrook that has nine-grain French Toast. I wanna go again. >:|

Sunday night was the night of bad decisions. Two of the girls from the store and I signed on to deep clean the floors, using a buffer and other nonsense. We decided to go for dinner and drinks prior to, then continue drinking as we did the floors. It got to the point where I don't actually remember most of the night, unfortunately. I was on buffer duty, and I actually did rather well for myself, if I may brag. Of course, the bruises on my knees and elbow don't attest to that, but whatever. By the end of the night (1 AM, which is the longest we've ever spent doing floors), one girl had to be driven home, and the other one gave up, so I was the only one left to finish the store. I was also freaking out about things that didn't need to be freaked out about. And now we've reached the part of the night that I'm not pleased with myself about, so I'm going to stop there. I've already made apologies and had discussions, so nothing else can be said, anyway.

Because of how much I drank, Monday was not spent at the Cathedral, but between my bed, the bath, and the toilet. Blargh yet again. No one could work for me Monday night at the store, so I still had to go there, but I was generally fine by about 7 PM or so. I didn't sleep at all Sunday night or Monday during the day, 'cause I was still too woozy, so I crashed about ten minutes after getting home from work and didn't get out of bed until the last second this morning.

Today will definitely be a two coffee day. Perhaps even three.

Thank God it's lunchtime. The rest of the day is going to be very blah.

Not going to Dallas anymore, either. I thought I could afford it, but it turns out I can't.

I'm still taking those five days off the store, since I have some paid vacation time, but I'll work up at the Cathedral per usual. No sense in losing those hours if I don't have to. I also really can't afford to.

Just feeling generally down and blah, and it's entirely of my own doing. So part of me is fighting that, since I did it all to myself. The rest of me wants to hide in my apartment for the rest of the week. I will most likely do that when I'm not at work. It sounds like the most comforting solution.

**Addendum**

Cellist number 20 was the success. That's something for the day.

WHY is it that I can get EVERYTHING right around here EXCEPT for cantor stuff? This frustrates me to no end, simply because they're the ones that are going to complain the most if I get something wrong.

I pulled my hair back and up so that it wasn't a bother, but alas, it's given me a bonking headache. The flashy headband I chose to wear was also not the best idea, as it has been aiding the headache. I'm hoping the caffeine from the latte I drank will help in ridding me of it, since I don't have any painkillers until tomorrow. Booerns.

It needs to first be tomorrow at 3, when I finish work at the store and head out for the romantical weekend. It then needs to be next Friday at 3, when I finish work at the store again and go for my haircut. It has gotten too long for my liking. At least I have things to look forward to.

Lowell bought Heroes Season 1. Yay!

Time to get back to work, I guess.

Yesterday, it was the uterus. Today, it's the teeth. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

With my luck, I'll fall down the stairs and break my ankle or something.

Meh.

Day's almost halfway done...then I get to clean. Wewt.

At least my phone got in. I get to pick it up on my way to worky tomorrow afternoon. On the good side, I'll get reception again. On the bad side, I'll lose some pictures and text messages that I'd rather not lose. Oh, well. Gotta take the good with the bad.

And now, back to getting an invite prepared. Booyah.

If I could have one wish granted, it would be to be at home, curled up in bed under some blankies, and no need to move for several hours at least.

Alas.

Meh, I'll get over this eventually.

Argh.

To make a long story short, I am getting a new phone. It's the same make and model of my current phone (boo) but it's still new. It took far to long to reach that point, however. I had my phone's insurance people telling me one thing and the people in the office where I was getting it checked out telling me another, and spent my entire morning downtown, instead of cleaning my apartment. I wanted to play video games instead of cleaning my apartment. Blah.

I spent a good hour and a half out of the office today, which kinda makes me feel bad, but seeing as everything was done...conflicting. Dunno. I got a good dinner out of the deal, though. Booyah.

Weekend is as follows:

FRIDAY
--work at Cathedral
--Target for baby shower gifts
--chillaxing?

SATURDAY
--work at the store
--Baby shower for Karen
--home sweet home

SUNDAY
--Orland Mall with Nana and Sally re: dress
--work at the store

...shit, laundries. That'll have to be Monday night, I guess. Damnation.

The professional choir started tonight, and they're doing a mini-party thing after rehearsal. One lady who works as a bartender for house parties (the one who hired me to lifeguard earlier this summer) brought boozahol, and one of the cantors is ordering pizza. Deliciousness will no doubt abound.

So want to take a nap.

FFXII or Sims 2? Still can't decide.

There is absolutely no reason for me to be here today. After I make about four phone calls, I have nothing to do. The computer issues I was supposed to be here to find out about were fixed long before I got in. I could be at home in bed, but no. I adjusted my hours to be here today, so I have to make them up or else I'm screwed financially. Damnation.

I'm just bitching because I screwed up. Ignore me.

I was told by Ricardo to hold off on the check for the organist this weekend because she initally was doing her concert gratis. However, David told me to submit her stuff to our controller so she can get paid before they go to Germany on Monday. This may be wrong, but I don't see it as my responsibility to tell David that I'm not supposed to submit her check until Monday when Ricardo really gave me no reason for it. I feel dumb about it, but here we are. I hate being in the middle of this stuff. I was also the one to tell David yesterday that he was supposed to be in at ten today in case the computer lady was in. That should have been Ricardo's job. Ack. This is all far more difficult than it should be.

Because I don't want to call anyone just yet, here's a survey stolen from Maryam and Gabey.

( the surveyCollapse )

...God, I am in such a foul mood right now. It must be cider time NOW.

Not a good sleeping night. Woke up with a major cramp in my knee, then woke up again when it stormed. This makes Tuesday one of my least favourite days. I love it how I don't mind the double work days or the Saturday day shifts or anything like that. It's the day *after* the double work days or the Saturday day shift that sucks. I feel bad for Lowell, 'cause I don't want to do anything on Saturdays anymore. He doesn't seem to mind thus far, but still. Argh.

I had every intention of staying until 3:30 today, to make up for leaving at 2:30 yesterday, but methinks that's not going to happen. Not only am I utterly exhausted, but my stomach's been acting up since last night.

I am boring as hell. ><;;

I will continue to be boring as hell, since I have no intention of doing anything but going home and chilling out tonight. Mayhaps it's time to pick up FFXII again. Either that, or I'm going to start KH2 over again. I crave that game every time I hear the music on my iPod.

Time to stop wasting time and get stuff done. I hate it when that time rolls around.

I hate August.

( Survey thingy for distraction purposes; really should be working, per usual.Collapse )

Still don't know if I'm working Friday...should probably find that out.

**Addendum**

Still don't know if I'm working Friday. Will find out tomorrow.

I also had another unsettling dream. It involved me, Alex, Sarah, Lowell, Nikki, and Aldwin, and we were looking through a huge parking lot for Aldwin's car. We found Sarah's (they have the exact same car, just different shades of silver), and then we found Aldwin's. It was covered in vomit. Like, I mean, we saw the license plate, and that's it. The rest? Vomit. Don't know what to make of that.

This particular storm made a fool out of me, if only to myself. I felt scared enough to call and text people looking for comfort, which is foolish in and of itself. I'm afraid of noise, for God's sake. Noise. The thunder scared the cats, which makes more sense. They're cats. They're jumpy about things. But me? Should not be afraid of mere noise. The more I think about it, the more idiotic I feel.

There was one particular thunderclap that literally shook my entire apartment, thus making me worried that it had set off my car alarm. I know thunder has done that to other car alarms, so why not mine? So I got up, threw a towel over my head to protect my bed-mussed hair and dirty glasses from the rain -- but not my semi-revealing nightgown or legs or feet or anything; no, Abs, that'd make too much sense -- and went out to the end of the gangway to listen for my alarm. Thankfully, it wasn't going off, so I didn't have to actually go out onto the street looking like an idiot to beep it off, but still. I already felt stupid enough.

Part of me feels like I'm being really harsh to myself, but the rest of me thinks not. This irrational fear of noise and light needs to be gotten over, much like other traits about myself that I do not like: my dependency, my neediness, and so on. It all just makes me feel so stupid. I don't like feeling stupid. No one does. Just when one gets to this point in their day (it's not even 10 AM yet) and just feels so stupid and babyish that they want to smack themselves, well...I suppose that means it's time for a change.

Though to have all three cats in the bed again, 'cause they were jumpy...well, that was something.