I woke up this morning from a horrifying dream of my mom passing on hair lice to me. *shudder* They were white and gross.
We went to Carl's Jr for lunch before Shelby's b-ball game. While we were eating at Carl's Junior's restuarant, Shelby told me a funny story.
My dad had went into the same Carl's Jr to buy lunch. He placed his order and as always, requested a receipt. (He believes that if we ever died from their food, we'd have the receipt to prove that we ate there. Go figure.) He realized that the total was cheaper than he had expected. He took a look at the receipt. Below the total, was a 10% discount. To the left of the 10%, it said "Senior Discount."
My dad looks like a senior citizen!
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, APES!! <--pretend that's really really BIG.
This weather, I swear, is going to be the last of me. I hate sweating. It makes me sticky and gross. *drip*
I was just reading Ra's journal, my only update on what's going, since I've been so busy rolling in the dough. He said something that made me feel comforted.
Taken from his journal:
i wish i could be like those people sometimes, living in the moment and just dealing with crap when it happens. i'm a worrywort. i'm so scared of so many things right now.
(end quote)
As am I. Ask Sara, how many times she has to say, "Ay Hollie, stop being such a worrywart." I worry about everything and anything. I worry about if I did something wrong at work and the consequences that come, I worry about if an unintentional comment I had made had hurt someone's feelings, I worry about the future, basically...just life in general. My mom says I've inherited my grandma's worrywart-ness.
I guess that's just something I have to work on. Boo. Something else to do with my summer. Heehee.
This weather, I swear, is going to be the last of me. I hate sweating. It makes me sticky and gross. *drip*
I was just reading Ra's journal, my only update on what's going, since I've been so busy rolling in the dough. He said something that made me feel comforted.
Taken from his journal:
i wish i could be like those people sometimes, living in the moment and just dealing with crap when it happens. i'm a worrywort. i'm so scared of so many things right now.
(end quote)
As am I. Ask Sara, how many times she has to say, "Ay Hollie, stop being such a worrywart." I worry about everything and anything. I worry about if I did something wrong at work and the consequences that come, I worry about if an unintentional comment I had made had hurt someone's feelings, I worry about the future, basically...just life in general. My mom says I've inherited my grandma's worrywart-ness.
I guess that's just something I have to work on. Boo. Something else to do with my summer. Heehee.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Last post, June 24. That was almost 3 weeks ago. It's been so long.
Reason being that not much has been going on. All it has been is work work work. Because I need money money money. For school school school. That sucks sucks sucks. :)
I am so tired. Debby and I went swimming this morning. And here I am at work. I feel so...refreshed right now. Ahhhh. Kirsten's rather quiet today, so the room is soleeemmnn. Today is half day, so I'm here till 3ish.
Cliffnotes / Sparknotes / MaxNotes / Pinkmonkey notes version:
worked
saw sara, ra, and kendo (as DB puts it) on Monday. shopping at the Town Center to return my sunglasses because they were too tight for my head. major headache from "strectching them out". My craving for Rite-Aid Chocolate Malted Crunch also has been satisfied. What is up with these ice-cream cravings? I have one right now for...french vanilla...the Dreyers kind. mmmm..
okay...enough of my cravings. must get to work. kirsten has started. more laters!
y'alls just have a good day now. :)
byee!
Reason being that not much has been going on. All it has been is work work work. Because I need money money money. For school school school. That sucks sucks sucks. :)
I am so tired. Debby and I went swimming this morning. And here I am at work. I feel so...refreshed right now. Ahhhh. Kirsten's rather quiet today, so the room is soleeemmnn. Today is half day, so I'm here till 3ish.
Cliffnotes / Sparknotes / MaxNotes / Pinkmonkey notes version:
worked
saw sara, ra, and kendo (as DB puts it) on Monday. shopping at the Town Center to return my sunglasses because they were too tight for my head. major headache from "strectching them out". My craving for Rite-Aid Chocolate Malted Crunch also has been satisfied. What is up with these ice-cream cravings? I have one right now for...french vanilla...the Dreyers kind. mmmm..
okay...enough of my cravings. must get to work. kirsten has started. more laters!
y'alls just have a good day now. :)
byee!
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
This one day I came home as usual and noticed that the patch of weeds in front of our house was gone. Instead, I saw a huge group of broken skewer sticks about 2 inches tall, sticking out from above the dirt. I was about to pull them out, when my mom stuck her head out the door and told me to leave them.
"Damn cats always use our weed patch as a litter box." she says. "When their little asses squat down for a poop, they're up for a surprise. A stick up their you know what!"
My mom is mean, with a sense of humor. (But, our little patch don't smell no more.)
"Damn cats always use our weed patch as a litter box." she says. "When their little asses squat down for a poop, they're up for a surprise. A stick up their you know what!"
My mom is mean, with a sense of humor. (But, our little patch don't smell no more.)
PHILIPPIANS 4:13
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. The road to success is not straight.There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends,red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called JESUS, you will make it to a place called Success.
I'm getting over it. My spare tire is in use. Determined to be have a smile on my face. :D
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. The road to success is not straight.There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends,red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called JESUS, you will make it to a place called Success.
I'm getting over it. My spare tire is in use. Determined to be have a smile on my face. :D
Saturday, June 07, 2003
The same comment was said to me again yesterday. It hurts as much as all the other times it was said. The comment makes me feel misunderstood. I get really frustrated because I really want to get things straightened out. I feel bad. Even now, I still feel bad. I had a break away from this at work, but driving home, I was alone and got to thinking again. Eventually, in a round about way, I came across the comment again. Maybe this week I can get it straightened out. :-(
Friday, June 06, 2003
Thursday, June 05, 2003
Yeterday, Debby and I went to go pick up Shelby at Justin's house. They were doing a rocket project. Afterwards, all three of us hit up Carl's Jr for some to-go dinner.
Shelby ordered a #5 for $4.69 and I ordered 4 Slamemrs for $1.99. The total came out to $9.16. Debby and Shelby thought that was a little funny. So we questioned it. The cashier-in-training said the total was right, plus tax. I asked her, "The total is about $7 and the tax is $2?" That's some expensive tax! Her response to my question, "Yeah, I guess. See. here's the receipt. The tax is $2." Looking at the receipt, I told her, "The receipt says 55 cents tax." She didn't know how to push #5 combo, so she charged us the burger, fries, and drink individually, making it cost more. She looked at us blankly and said, "I don't know." Her look said, "So what do you want me to do? Next in line!" I asked her, "Could he help us?" *pointing at the manage in gray* He asks us what happened and he asks me, "So you ordered a #6?" I'm like, "No, a number 5." She even pushed the wrong burger! His reply, "Are you sure?" Jackass, I think I know what I ordered. Debby and Shelby, as my witnesses, heard me repeat the order to her twice and she repeated it back to me with a #5 combo. The manager gave me back 50 cents and gave me a look like, you gave us all this trouble for 50 cents. She over charged me almost 2 bucks! And that's all I got back. She was a cashier-in-training, so I didn't want to be the bitch that made her first day at work helI. So I just said, "Forget it."
I am never going back to the Carl's on Beverly. The slammers didn't even taste as good as the one by ELAC. We laughed about that incident on our way home. We're going to tell Carl that you took two dollars away from me.
Shelby ordered a #5 for $4.69 and I ordered 4 Slamemrs for $1.99. The total came out to $9.16. Debby and Shelby thought that was a little funny. So we questioned it. The cashier-in-training said the total was right, plus tax. I asked her, "The total is about $7 and the tax is $2?" That's some expensive tax! Her response to my question, "Yeah, I guess. See. here's the receipt. The tax is $2." Looking at the receipt, I told her, "The receipt says 55 cents tax." She didn't know how to push #5 combo, so she charged us the burger, fries, and drink individually, making it cost more. She looked at us blankly and said, "I don't know." Her look said, "So what do you want me to do? Next in line!" I asked her, "Could he help us?" *pointing at the manage in gray* He asks us what happened and he asks me, "So you ordered a #6?" I'm like, "No, a number 5." She even pushed the wrong burger! His reply, "Are you sure?" Jackass, I think I know what I ordered. Debby and Shelby, as my witnesses, heard me repeat the order to her twice and she repeated it back to me with a #5 combo. The manager gave me back 50 cents and gave me a look like, you gave us all this trouble for 50 cents. She over charged me almost 2 bucks! And that's all I got back. She was a cashier-in-training, so I didn't want to be the bitch that made her first day at work helI. So I just said, "Forget it."
I am never going back to the Carl's on Beverly. The slammers didn't even taste as good as the one by ELAC. We laughed about that incident on our way home. We're going to tell Carl that you took two dollars away from me.