Gud.Ness.Gray.Shus.

I'm pretty lax these days, contemplating life movements and restoring hopes. I hate to do New Years Resolutions, but by golly, this may just be the year to stick it to my inability to follow through with things (more on that later).

My list so far:

1) write every day, no matter if it's only as small as repeating my name or a word on a page
2) make a weekly commitment to create- food, decoupage, scrapbooking, whatever
3) make a positive effort to meet more people and make more friends
4) blog at least four to five days a week

5) seek. counseling. and make an effort to open myself up not only in the privacy of counsel, but in the open air of community

Good, yea?

Anyway, as I've probably dramatically lamented about before, it's been a pretty rough time around these parts.

But things have been slowly picking up. The good thing about not getting a paycheck on time is that when the next pay period comes around, I have more dough to blow (yea I said it) on things such as these:

 

 

  

and most especially, this guy:

I'm telling you, when I spend, I go hard, homie. I'm already planning on blowing my next check. Either the tattoo I keep tring to psych myself into getting from an artist OTHER than the artist  I love at home... Or on decorating the hell out of my room with these. Dammit Etsy, stay out of my head!

And speaking of things that get in your head, today's discovery is that Starbucks Espresso shot Light is a mindfuck and gives the simulation of a caffeine high, but wears off within minutes, ruining one's buzz and making them crankier than they were before the supposed caffeine injection.

No one should be able to sell that stuff.

As a result of my caffeine low, I snapped a few times at the stupid bitch I've mentioned before. Jeez oh pete. Give a mouse a freaking crumb...

Apparently she's in training to be a cash handler, which means absolutely nothing to me except that she can get my change and check my bag when I leave. Maybe she got a raise, too, who knows? But when you give crazy bitches power, it goes to their heads. Take Jane. Once she obtained an actual title, she began dishing orders that are usually reserved for people with the titles ending in "manager".  I wasn't aware of said advancement in retail hell, so I treated her like I always treated her... I ignored the hell out of her.  And apparently that pisses Jane off to no end. I didn't notice.. Because I ignored the hell out of her.

Well, today, she offered unwanted and unneeded information like she always does. She jumped into conversations between myself and my customers. She pissed me off. So I cut her off. And pushed her to the other side of the room.

And knowing that Jane isn't the best to listen to when it comes to important things... I probably shouldn't have listened when she said that Mandy had come in to take over for me... I should have probably radioed to find out if her statement was actually valid or if I would be on a perpetual shit list for listening to her... But then I wouldn't have been able to witness the ACTUAL managers completely tear her apart.

It was fun. I felt better about life. And I got over everything.

Anyway, someone put my sucky Christmas into perspective. I wish that I had known about it sooner. I would have spent the day.. doing something other than feeling sorry for myself.

Read the story here...

And to all a good night.