One For the Money

[scarylullabiez]

Today was my last day at Party City. No more sexist-pig-innappropriate-smelly cleans-ears-with-keys Rich, no more disorganized and grouchy Jose' messing up my hours, no more freakbitch crazy ppl whining about 20 cents while they talk inot their custom cover-plated picture taking walkie-talkie cellphones that came out of their Louie Vuitton purses while mussing up their done up hair on the way out to their SUV's and Hummers. Yay! on the other side of the Ritz cracker: no more Badass McRachel or Padawan Eric to drool over, no more PimpAssNewYorkJustin to remind me of my wife, no more Lorie to be generally awesome and show me pics of her lil grandbaby, no more Kerry to feel cooler than (HA HA! You're the only one that reads this, I had too! whaaat...stop looking at me like that...I was jokeeeengg...), no more Bill to stand up for me to Rich, no more Torrence to hassle, no more womanizing Johnathan to hug on me and call me Sugar, no more Jenny to bond over music with and be her sweet happenin' self. But as a last day goes, it was great. BEHOLD:

*The Queen of All Arrogant FreakBitches came in and I signed many many horrible things at her and punched the wall.

*Some fine-lookin guy in Jenny's line asked her out! Hee!

*Spent most of the day oogling Padawan Eric, who kept turning and looking at me and forcing me to look away right in the middle of a good oogle.

I am spending the last day (last 2 days) @ Party City ogling Padawan Eric. So far, he has caught me at it twice. Don't care. He sho pretty. Problem: My eyes are tired. Problem: No lotion or chapstick for either run-of-the-mill purposes, or as lube. Good Thing: hair is un-brushed and piratey. There should be something going on right now that involves me and Padawan Eric and a dragon. Especially since Drive Me Crazy is playing on the work music speaker things. Oh yeah, Baby, HARDCORE. If he (Padawan Eric, not SomeDragon) were to take off his shirt and what if there were lashscarsalloverhisbackwhynot, I would just cry with joy, so overcome with lustlovesadshit, my eyeballs would fall out. Here he comes! Bearing a tablecloth, and a bright orange plastic 'fro wig, and...something he just put in his mouth, my knight with a Padawan ponytail! So anyways, something involving a dragon, and a door that magically appears, or grows out of like, a mousehole. It was disguised as a mousehole by a glamory! That's it! A menacing door! Something about waking up reincarnated as a troll and Padawan Eric feeling endebted because I wallopped a dragon for him, but then there's this princess....Some Arathain's Fairytale, to teach my kids good things. And in the end the Prince is eaten by some sort of mongrel creature while his princess simpers in a corner. But let's not be cynical and say the prince isn't Padawan Eric. He can just hold my hand while we walk through the menacing!door! Ah, Padawan Eric went on a break and I am bereft w/o him and w/o inspiration. OK, he's back, and wrestling rather adorably with the balloons, but I'm too tired to write. I should write something nice for my babies, not this crazy cynical shit about devoted trolls and dead princes. But I wouldn't know what else to tell them, I won't fill them with falsehoods. Heh, I say that like I'm gonna have some. Well, when I'm older I'll adopt oodles of em! And I'll tell them stories of adventure and how much I love them, and I'll teach them to sign and bellydance. My whole body is dry, my hands and my eyes...

*PimpAssJustinWhoRemindsMeOfMyWife gave me a freedom soda. We read our fortunes aloud off the lid caps. Mine said happiness was right next to me. His said he would find happiness when the daffodils bloom, to which he immdiately replied, "Great. Not till next spring."

*My shirt fell off. I am completely serious about this. It's a good thing I wore a pretty bra today.

I am going back in there on Halloween to buy some wings and show off my Halloween costume, and rape Padawan Eric and PimpAssJustinWhoReminds MeOfMyWife create some anarchy. There will be pics added to this entry as soon as I find my camera.

Comments

[knivey.livejournal.com]

How does one's top fall off? oO

[scary-lullabies.livejournal.com]

Ah, well I was dealing with a troublesome balloon and my shirt had loose sleeves and button holes that were just a tad too large....I'm not really sure of the specifics, all I know is suddenly the whole thing is off my torso, hanging from one elbow.

[grimmus.livejournal.com]

I totally should've given them my two week's, like, two weeks ago. Actually, probably at least a month ago, but meh. Tomorrow most likely, although it really would have been better (for me) to leave when they needed me just before Halloween as you have. I was hoping they would give me a reason to just walk out tonight, but I guess they're not so high-and-mighty when they know I know what's what. It really is too bad too, I don't have any problems with working there when it comes to work and the customers, but the management is really slacking. Anyway, I shouldn't rant here about that. Enjoy your newfound freedom, I'll be joining it eventually.

So the question that always has to be asked whenever something has been accomplished: What are you gonna do now?!

I'll be there on Halloween as well, unfortunately, so I'll at least be able to watch the chaos when you arrive.

[scary-lullabies.livejournal.com]

The chaos when I arrive!! It's funny that you only know me from work and only that for...what 4 months? And yet you know to anticipate chaos when you hear of my arrival.

I know, it's a damn damn shame, I really like the work, and I dig everyone else who works there, but the managment sucks so very badly, I just couldn't take it.

My mom's deal is that I don't have ot pay rent as long as I am active and save 25% of my income, so money is nice, but not neccessary. I've dropped my lines in the movie theater, and Experience (you know, the coffee shop?). I'm gonna get my typing certificate ASAP and apply to the county for administrative work. (In gov't jobs everyone sucks, so if you manage to stay awake while on the clock, they are happy, and at the slightest hint of a holiday, you get the day off.) If nothing has come to light by January, I'm gonna work as a secretary in my friend's tax service again, temp work, but 8$ an hour....I'm not stressing.