Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sabbath!

And what a Sunday it is.

Started off with work at 10... Kim and I got everything ready and when Ricky came in, I stalked him around the store. Turns out we had to practically re-learn everything in the book because Craig screwed my testing up, ugh. Whatevs, it worked out. He let me greet a few tables and saved my ass a few times, ha ha. Bryan is so adamant about me learning to serve by Wednesday so I can work for him... lolno. I was supposed to be training tonight and Jamie was supposed to host, but Craig sent us home because we're expensive :) That's ok, I've worked 14 hours in training, so that times $7.50... $101.50! Take out taxes, and that's still the most I've ever made on one check! And I'm not even done yet! I won't get the money for like, three more weeks I think. Payday is this week, lame.

Oh well. I had to turn down taco time tonight, so I'm kinda sad. Jamie and I might go see Black Swan if there's time/if dad lets me out. He's such a hard ass about me going out and enjoying my life before it sucks ass. Oh well, life's a bitch. He is sooo Red Forman.


I'm really tempted to buy this. I love it so much, and it's the only prom dress I've seen that I like. Everyone says it looks like a wedding dress, ha ha. Fine, I'll keep it for my wedding! I want that white dress with black bacarra roses <3 No, it wouldn't work for a wedding dress, because I want a mermaid tail, like this:


Gotta show off the curves! Ha ha, whatever. Dad's putting me in an awful mood... he said he'd quit bitching about the letter, but then when I asked if Jamie and I could go see a movie tonight, he bitched that if I had time to see a movie, I could write the letter. Oh, and he claimed to be sooo lenient as to let me go out yesterday with Sarah and Heather... bullshit! That's the only fun I've had all weekend! It's been nothing but work, work, Arlington, guard, lots of work, and now I'm finally home. Like, I just want to relax a bit. The more he bitches at me, the less I want to write the letter, just to spite him. He needs to get off my jock. I'll get it done, just not when I'm DEAD TIRED. Shit.

xx Take A Look, I'm So Drunk, Stupid, And Worthless Marz

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