2004-06-22 What could be more precious?
I'm only half-way through my shift, and I already want to stab someone in the face.
That's a little overdramatic. Let me rephrase: I'm only half-way through my shift, and I already want to shake somebody until they pass out.
Hmm.
I'm really sick of these kids coming up to me and asking me what their username and password is. Why the fuck would I know. Seriously.
Stupid work story: 15 minutes until closing last night (so around 11.45pm), the woman running the camp rushes in and tells me that she forgot the card with her username and password on it in her room, but is there any way she can get on one of the computers anyway, "it's an emergency, I need to look up a phone number." Well, shit. I tell her to use mine (since it's an emergency). I figure one of the kids is hurt or something. I don't fucking know. She's starting to settle down on my machine when she tells me her emergency.
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The screen on her iPod was scratched up, and she needed to get the number to Apple Helpline.
I wanted to throttle her. The helpline might not even be open 24 hours. But let's say that it is. What the FUCK would they do for her, and what the fuck would they do for her at 11.45 in the fucking evening.
Fucking... iPod screen... She was very appreciative, though.
I got home and tried to call everybody to bitch about it, and got ahold of my mom (who also works with computers) and my little sister. Shared stupid work stories. Then I felt better.
Couldn't sleep last night (surprise, surprise), but just when I was considering going and taking a walk, Victor called. So I talked to him instead.
Somewhere he became the love of my life, but I say that so much it's meaningless. I say that like some people eat sandwiches. The point is, I'd be head-over-heels with this kid if we lived in the same town.
But we don't. And neither of us drive. So instead, I'll call him the love of my life and leave it at that.
Ha.
I finally replaced my sandals today. And. Well, that's it, really. It's kind of an anticlimactic story. I'm just happy to finally wear sandals again instead of my boots. Don't get my wrong, I like my boots, but it's summer.
Saw Darren, who's back in town this week before moving to Washington forever. I'll have to spend time with him.
I sign the lease on my apartment tomorrow. I'm excited about the place. It's huge.
Like my cock.
P.S. Victor is actually a sweetheart.
10.07pm
