Sleepy Rambling

Awake at 4am even though I'm not working? Uber stinks. I think my really effed-up schedule of sometimes being at work and sometimes sleeping (or... supposed to be sleeping) at this hour really confuses my body. I'm sorry body, I know. I can't wait until I can cease this daily transition from night-life to day-life to night-life either.

So I had a sandwich and am seriously considering hijacking Mamma Mia! from the downstairs and watching it upstairs before someone more responsible than myself decides to take it back to Blockbuster.

Saturday night at work was awful. Some chick (I won't use the other C-word) got really pissed that we wouldn't let her use our Employee Only restroom so went out back, peed and puked, and then proceeded to brag about it (very loudly). Some plastered idiot dropped a bottle of something and it exploded everywhere. He just watched it as it rolled across the floor, pouring liquid (drunk people and wet floors: not good). So I mopped that up amid a crowd of hungry ass-holes. Some other dood drunkenly backhanded his buddy's coffee... so I had to bring the mop out again and clean that up while "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" is heard in the background. The fella who had assaulted the coffee was an "emo kid" I guess but... not a kid. He was older so knew that he only needed certain elements of the "emo kid style" to look emo (unlike these kids that just positively ooze emo to make sure onlookers know just how individual they are... PFT!). He told me I had beautiful eyes. Thanks drunken-older-emo-guy-who-actually-pulls-off-"emo"-without-looking-pathetic. He was just flattering me so that I wasn't upset with him when he left. He wanted to walk-out on good terms. This is the relationship I have with drunken WaWa customers.

I worked with Shawn both Friday and Saturday. Two days in a row is too much of that kid. He always proposes these 'hypothetical situations' that I know are legitimate scenario's that he's encountering but he thinks that I'll be more sympathetic or offer him better advice if he builds up this scene with me as the main character. Yet, he'll tell anyone that he had a something-something-breakdown and has lost all faith in people (people being girls) and sees a psychiatrist regularly (even though he already knows what the Doc tells him to be true: You can't change people). All he talks about are girls: how he's given up girls, about the cute girls that come into work, why he's attracted to such-and-such a girl even though she's not his 'type,' how he was supposed to hang out with this girl but she keeps blowing him off ("What should I do!?"... really? You don't know?), girls, girls, girls!!! I just stare at him, eyes glazed, mouth slightly open, dumbfounded by the lack of intelligent conversation. I like Shawn. Just not when I'm stuck at WaWa with him for eight hours. More than one day consecutively.

I can't wait to be moved-on from gosh darn WaWa. So many people are boo-hoo about office jobs but honestly, I'm tired of being treated like shit by scum of the earth and business suits alike. I'm tired of people assuming that I have an IQ equivalent to that of my age and have three kids and a dead-beat boyfriend at home and that this is as far as I'm going in life. Being treated like that really irks me (this is part of the reason I'm uber friendly with "customer service associates" when I'm out and about).

Anywho... My ear is doing well... Minus the fact that Wes attacked it with his nose yesterday. I'm excited to travel home this week and to Rhode Island next week. I'm excited for my fatter paychecks since school has been out. I'm excited to give out presents (and recieve! Kyle got me a Black & Decker Blender!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). I'm happy that Wes is interested in wine (finally!).

I think I will go upstairs and watch Mamma Mia! Who doesn't love a musical this early in the morning?