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I've named the door Chewy...
Woke up at 8:00 a.m. for no reason other than my eyes opened. Clocked on at work at 11 a.m. I was fixing hot dogs, chilli, and cheese when Jamie walked by to give concessions their money. He stoped and tried to ‘explain’ why he’d decided to write me up. I politely told him that it wouldn’t be a problem anymore, ‘cause I was turning in my two-weeks notice today...He looked like he’d swallowed fabric softner (I do actually know how someone who swallows fabric softener would look, ‘cause my Dad did it by accident once. That’s a crazy side story for later though). For the rest of the day I was pretty much between podium and café, ‘cause they only had one person to work as an usher, then when two others got on, that guy left. I didn’t even see Jamie till I was leaving, and he asked if I was turning in my two-weeks notice to him now, or if I intended to give it to Mrs. D. One could wonder why I would want to give it to Mrs. D, when I’d already given it to him -.-;
Got home, and Grandmere and Grandpere were over along with Mr. Porche. Mom had cooked a huge spaghetti and invited them all over. So, after a good meal, and a shower, I fooled around on the internet till I got tired. Dad was grousing that I needed to get off, and I realized it was like 12:20. Then someone calls. I was like “...the hell?” It was Thomas’s girl friend -.- she needed to talk to my mom and it was an emergency. Mom talks to her over the phone, and then announces that she’s coming over. She stays till like 2:30 a.m. I went to sleep after watching the first part of my Slayers DVD.
Today, woke up at 9, went to work, stayed on podium and in box office, then occasionally concessions ‘cause Jamie sent people home. It was kinda slow, but the reason it was so slow and easy was ‘cause we had enough people to just handle everything. When I have to do someone elses job, I don’t think it’s a successful rush. I told Mrs. D about the two-weeks notice thing and she said she understood and wished me well. I started telling everyone else that if they see my name drop off the schedule next week not to panic, I didn’t get fired or anything. I’m just leaving you. It’s better than last time, last time I turned in my two-weeks notice at the palace I told my shift lead I was leaving him for another woman. He was gay, and we always got along so well (and for some reason enjoyed spreading crazy rumors) so it was one of those inside jokes -.- yeah. It’s so funny ‘cause whenever I tell them, they gasp and get wide-eyed and ask in a shocked tone “Why?!” As if they need to know why. I mean, you work here too...be creative. Think. Why am I quitting?
Another note I’d like to touch on: in the theater, there’s the huge concessions stand, and behind that there’s the scullery where we make hot dogs and clean everything. There’s a swinging door between those two. The door swings back and forth, and every time someone comes in in make a strange groan-creaking noise. For months now, I’ve been thinking, ‘That noise...it so reminds me of something...what...what is it?’ Finaly. Today. I have found out what that noise sounds like. It sounds just like Chewbacca from Star Wars.
Ok, now the “Side Story”. Long time ago, our family went on a vacation to Tennessee. My mom decided to take some fabric softener and stuff with us so that we could do our cloths and stuff. She took some fabric softener and clothes detergint and poured it into some 2 two leter bottles. She took the tops of the fabric softner thingies over the top of the two leter bottles and all so that everyone would know not to fool with it. ...Dad drank the stuff thinking it was some sort of blue soda pop or something. He spend most of the way to Tennessee hurling it back up.
Thinking: Was there anything else that happened today. *shrug* I can’t remember...Time for the quiz!
 | You scored as Twilight Mistress Fairy. Peering over the balcony ledge of your castle, you stare into the twilight, dreaming of love. Your love will come. Night is coming, and it's time to dream.
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If I were a goddess...I’d be the Forgotten Goddess that No one Worships *grin*.
Dear Hair:
Please stop flying in my face so that I can actually eat my food.
Thanks, -MM
Twin-san:
Good job with the posting thing. You've got a lot of work to do to keep that up regulare. How else am I gonna find out what's going on in your life? Thanks bunches.
Later, -MM