jianantonic | (no subject)

My one-year-old niece has outdone me. She's walking now. I kind of am...but it's not pretty and by the end of the day my foot looks like a basketball. Yesterday I came home from work at 8 because this new kid dropped a fucking hardcover book on my foot. I don't know if he realized it hit my foot though, because he just goes, "oops." I think he's a nice kid, and would have said "sorry" or "OH MY GOD" if he realized what actually happened. I was on the phone and really did an awesome job of not screaming. But it hurt like HELL.

Another gripe from work - I put in to use my personal day for this Sunday for my family reunion, and they denied me! I get ONE FUCKING DAY OFF A YEAR AND THEY DENIED IT! UGH. So, I was calling people like a madwoman trying to get someone to cover. The best I could do was find someone to come in at 9, but they still want me there from 7-11. WTF? So I'm going to beg some people today and I don't know what I'll do if they say no. I'm so mad about this. There was even one girl who desperately wanted Friday off, so I offered to switch with her and work Friday if she'd work Sunday, but she said, "No, we're thinking of taking the boat out on Sunday..." That's all good and well but I'm thinking of seeing my family for the first time since this dilly-o last year - I don't give a fuck about your fucking boat ride, and you can kiss your Friday night goodbye, cause I'm the only bitch that doesn't work on Friday and I'm not picking up. Damn.

That was a longer gripe than I intended. It kind of got away from me.

Anyway, Jer picked up the fourth Harry Potter for me today. It is more than twice as long as the others, so hopefully it'll last me a good long time. Everyone says #4 is their favorite, which kind of makes me want to read five first, but that wouldn't make any sense. Anyway...time to prod my husband awake for breakfasty goodness.

Peace.