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rena_librarianWork's been crazy. I win one battle, just to have the victory before that crumble. Like, this week, I FINALLY have forty hours--because Ken's forgotten that I don't want to work ten hours in any given day and has me down for 2-12 on Friday AND Saturday.
And I'm sorry if that makes me a whiner, but there were REVOLUTIONS in the early 1900's to prevent that kind of thing. I know federal and Arkansas law don't require shit as far as giving breaks, but DAMN.
Anyway. I worked day the last two Thrusdays and therefore couldn't come online, since the library was closed by the time I got off, but I did ask for no more day shift.
I'm probably going to get in trouble at work if I keep up like this, but
A) Is it so hard to put me down as four-until-close three days and four-and-then-close two days a week? and
B) I don't much care, I'm unhappy with my job and will turn in my two weeks the first second I can secure something better.
Am I being unreasonable? Really?
Ah, heck with it.
Sometime in the last little while (the night after I posted my last work-related entry? It's been a while, I forget), Nico gave me a sip of his Bud Lite. Brings the alcohol count to five out of six. Beer is nasty! Or, as Nico called it, "an acquired taste." Though, granted, it wasn't quite so nasty as I'd always been led to believe. It reminded me of straight carbonated water (which you get sometimes at work, when the soda syrup needs to be changed).
So, yuck, we'll leave that aside for the moment.
But Nico and I have determined that he is the person my parents always warned me about. XD (Don't even comment, Robert, it was in fun.)
Last Tuesday night some random guy was hitting on me. I was in back drive for an hour or so (right in that last bit before Robert left, I kept getting deployed as his expediter, but once the dinner rush was over I'd bounce around and do whatever most needed to be done, cover breaks and such) and this guy came through, with a buddy in his passenger seat. He was all, "Hey, I saw you earlier this evening, and here I am again, it must be fate!" I just kind of smiled and nodded my way through it, you get a lot of teenage guys playing around just to make idiots of themselves. "My name's Brad!" Or Matt, or Dan, or something with a flat A sound in the middle. I didn't catch it. But I'm relatively sure it was Brad. Blue eyes, I know that.
"Okay, well, I'm Sarah..." I figured this wasn't exactly endangering me to tell him that much, as I kind of have a nametag pinned on my shirt and all.
"All right, Sarah, well, I might see you again later!"
So I give him his change and he and his buddy are on their way. I get to thinking about it--most of the times guys flirt with me, it's because I'm in front drive and they think my voice is sexy, and then they don't follow through when they get to the window, because after my voice, my face is somewhat of a disappointment to them. But this guy didn't hear me or see me at all until he got to the window, so I'm kind of encouraged by this, but forget about it.
About twenty or twenty-five minutes later this girl comes through, and suddenly the same guy (he was wearing a bright blue shirt that was hard to miss) is leaning over from the passenger seat. "Hey, look, I'm back! Our relationship is building!"
"Oh, yeah, I remember you. I remember." I get her change together. "Do you really think you should say that kind of thing to me right in front of your girlfriend?" Teasing tone.
She looks up, wide-eyed. "Oh, no, I'm not his girlfriend. We're not going out."
To which my intelligent response is, "Oh!"
And after they leave, I resolve that if he comes back again, I'll give him my number. Third time's the charm, right?
And I haven't seen him since.
Nico swears that A) I screwed that up big time, and B) he could still, in theory, come back and try again, even though it's been nearly a week I shouldn't give up on him.
(It HAS been a week. Maybe he's only free on Tuesday nights...WOOT for tomorrow! Or today if he comes tonight!)
If he does I am SO getting his number. So, if you're that guy and you're reading this--I'M INTERESTED! Try again! You'll get luckier this time!
Though it's beyond me how any guy could even be attracted to me when I'm in my full uniform with my hair pulled back. It doesn't flatter me in ANY way, shape, or form. (XD It crossed my mind that maybe he was hitting on me because he actually thought I was a guy and he happened to swing that way, but then it occurred to me that he DOES know my name.)
I think I'm losing weight again. (Geez, Nico, those two-hour after-work walks may actually be working!) Mom swears I have a dimple in my right cheek that didn't show when I was heavier. After several minutes of mirror analysis, I think she may be right. I am not sure if I am pleased with this or not. Having something in common with Sawyer? ...ehh, we'll see. Anyway, I also got a new necklace (yay for random Dad presents!) and even though it's relatively short, I can wear it without extenders and it isn't hidden by my chin. I need to go through all my "extender" necklaces/chokers again and see if I can actually wear them properly now. (I own at least three chokers that I wrap around twice and wear as bracelets.) So yay!
Work has been odd without Robert, whose last night was last Tuesday (he's moving down to Jonesboro for school, and taking his slacker brother with him). Someone's total was six dollars even and as soon as they pulled away I was all, "That'll never happen again!" and there was no one to laugh about it. *sigh*
Though Robert and his brother came to Taco Bell on Saturday night and it just happened to coincide with my break, so that was cool. ^_^
Mrs. Steve FINALLY popped on the 24th! Haven't seen the baby yet, but everyone's said he's cute, so luckily it seems little Ezekiel Draven (is that not the coolest name?) has escaped taking after his father. XD
Bought HP&tHBP, haven't started reading it yet. Finished American Gods last night (by Neil Gaiman, definitely recommending that one), and will be done with George MacDonald's The Princess and the Goblin very soon, so I'll be starting it right after that--mainly because I know once I start it I won't read anything else until I finish, lol.
Ahh, let's see--not much else. At least that I'm allowed to tell. *cough*
And I'm sorry if that makes me a whiner, but there were REVOLUTIONS in the early 1900's to prevent that kind of thing. I know federal and Arkansas law don't require shit as far as giving breaks, but DAMN.
Anyway. I worked day the last two Thrusdays and therefore couldn't come online, since the library was closed by the time I got off, but I did ask for no more day shift.
I'm probably going to get in trouble at work if I keep up like this, but
A) Is it so hard to put me down as four-until-close three days and four-and-then-close two days a week? and
B) I don't much care, I'm unhappy with my job and will turn in my two weeks the first second I can secure something better.
Am I being unreasonable? Really?
Ah, heck with it.
Sometime in the last little while (the night after I posted my last work-related entry? It's been a while, I forget), Nico gave me a sip of his Bud Lite. Brings the alcohol count to five out of six. Beer is nasty! Or, as Nico called it, "an acquired taste." Though, granted, it wasn't quite so nasty as I'd always been led to believe. It reminded me of straight carbonated water (which you get sometimes at work, when the soda syrup needs to be changed).
So, yuck, we'll leave that aside for the moment.
But Nico and I have determined that he is the person my parents always warned me about. XD (Don't even comment, Robert, it was in fun.)
Last Tuesday night some random guy was hitting on me. I was in back drive for an hour or so (right in that last bit before Robert left, I kept getting deployed as his expediter, but once the dinner rush was over I'd bounce around and do whatever most needed to be done, cover breaks and such) and this guy came through, with a buddy in his passenger seat. He was all, "Hey, I saw you earlier this evening, and here I am again, it must be fate!" I just kind of smiled and nodded my way through it, you get a lot of teenage guys playing around just to make idiots of themselves. "My name's Brad!" Or Matt, or Dan, or something with a flat A sound in the middle. I didn't catch it. But I'm relatively sure it was Brad. Blue eyes, I know that.
"Okay, well, I'm Sarah..." I figured this wasn't exactly endangering me to tell him that much, as I kind of have a nametag pinned on my shirt and all.
"All right, Sarah, well, I might see you again later!"
So I give him his change and he and his buddy are on their way. I get to thinking about it--most of the times guys flirt with me, it's because I'm in front drive and they think my voice is sexy, and then they don't follow through when they get to the window, because after my voice, my face is somewhat of a disappointment to them. But this guy didn't hear me or see me at all until he got to the window, so I'm kind of encouraged by this, but forget about it.
About twenty or twenty-five minutes later this girl comes through, and suddenly the same guy (he was wearing a bright blue shirt that was hard to miss) is leaning over from the passenger seat. "Hey, look, I'm back! Our relationship is building!"
"Oh, yeah, I remember you. I remember." I get her change together. "Do you really think you should say that kind of thing to me right in front of your girlfriend?" Teasing tone.
She looks up, wide-eyed. "Oh, no, I'm not his girlfriend. We're not going out."
To which my intelligent response is, "Oh!"
And after they leave, I resolve that if he comes back again, I'll give him my number. Third time's the charm, right?
And I haven't seen him since.
Nico swears that A) I screwed that up big time, and B) he could still, in theory, come back and try again, even though it's been nearly a week I shouldn't give up on him.
(It HAS been a week. Maybe he's only free on Tuesday nights...WOOT for tomorrow! Or today if he comes tonight!)
If he does I am SO getting his number. So, if you're that guy and you're reading this--I'M INTERESTED! Try again! You'll get luckier this time!
Though it's beyond me how any guy could even be attracted to me when I'm in my full uniform with my hair pulled back. It doesn't flatter me in ANY way, shape, or form. (XD It crossed my mind that maybe he was hitting on me because he actually thought I was a guy and he happened to swing that way, but then it occurred to me that he DOES know my name.)
I think I'm losing weight again. (Geez, Nico, those two-hour after-work walks may actually be working!) Mom swears I have a dimple in my right cheek that didn't show when I was heavier. After several minutes of mirror analysis, I think she may be right. I am not sure if I am pleased with this or not. Having something in common with Sawyer? ...ehh, we'll see. Anyway, I also got a new necklace (yay for random Dad presents!) and even though it's relatively short, I can wear it without extenders and it isn't hidden by my chin. I need to go through all my "extender" necklaces/chokers again and see if I can actually wear them properly now. (I own at least three chokers that I wrap around twice and wear as bracelets.) So yay!
Work has been odd without Robert, whose last night was last Tuesday (he's moving down to Jonesboro for school, and taking his slacker brother with him). Someone's total was six dollars even and as soon as they pulled away I was all, "That'll never happen again!" and there was no one to laugh about it. *sigh*
Though Robert and his brother came to Taco Bell on Saturday night and it just happened to coincide with my break, so that was cool. ^_^
Mrs. Steve FINALLY popped on the 24th! Haven't seen the baby yet, but everyone's said he's cute, so luckily it seems little Ezekiel Draven (is that not the coolest name?) has escaped taking after his father. XD
Bought HP&tHBP, haven't started reading it yet. Finished American Gods last night (by Neil Gaiman, definitely recommending that one), and will be done with George MacDonald's The Princess and the Goblin very soon, so I'll be starting it right after that--mainly because I know once I start it I won't read anything else until I finish, lol.
Ahh, let's see--not much else. At least that I'm allowed to tell. *cough*
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Date: 2006-08-01 06:18 am (UTC)