i dont care what you say... confrontation still sux. i feel like a dick.
i had parts for my bed in the L-room, as jay pulls up. he comes upstairs and asks if wank is now deciding to move into that room, but i say no, its my stuff.. then we start talking about it. i tell him that i paid for the house, therefore making it my choice. he stated that out of want and necessity it should be his. umm. doesnt really work like that... ya i feel bad, but im not going to "do him a favor" just to appease him so he doesnt feel bad... i stuck up for myself. i feel like a dick. but i was in the right. i see how he would be dissappointed being kicked out of, yes, the third room you wanted, but, you cant always get what you want just because you want it... no offense to anyone out there. but after jay went downstairs and made a rucus to show his anger, i asked wank if jay was from a single-child family... shore nuff.. comes from a rich only child family. i guess hes not used to not getting what he wants.
we tried to reason with him.. gave him one of the living rooms upstairs, but he kept coming up with lame reasons. like trying to study during a party. well. maybe if that'll be the case. maybe you shouldnt live with us. who studies during a party anyway?
so. i dunno. he seems ready to not move in now. he took his box that he used to stake his claim in the L-room and left. peeling rubber to show is disapprovement.
bah.
as for work. it was noon to 4. oh my sweet jesus was it ever busy!!! my first 3 check outs were around $200 of food. lemme tell you.. thats a shit load. and with all these, i had to get an override for one reason or another.. and. it was today was the first time i ever had to call the credit card place like in "night of the roxbury" and get the card denied. the guy left pissed. "that was a waste of time. i need to call my bank". so i thought he was just gunna leave all his shit, so i voided it out. he comes back later to get the suspended receipt... uh.. yeah. but it was voided.. so he had to stand in line agAin.
other cuh-razy shit at work...
i was checking out (as in ringing up) these two old ladies. im kinda hunched over putting cans into a bag. i feel this kinda slap and i brush of wind on the back of my head... i look up and around, thinking that maybe peter threw something, or shot a rubber band at me.. but as im looking up, everyone in my line is like.. wow! did you see that bird?! it just buzzed your head.. i was like.. "well, actually i felt it, it hit my head." it just dove outta nowhere and hit me!! the fucker. it was only a little sparrow though.
last night... hmmm.. last night... tripat, im not upset. im just in awe that out of the like 20 or so listing in my cell phone, that you picked ashleigh's cell phone to call and leave a message... its so unreal!! first the teaxco attendant talking trash to us, now tripat calling my ex-girlfriend that i havent talked to in like 5 or so weeks, and leaving her a message. i just dont know what she'll do...
laugh? get more annoyed? think: yeah, look how dumb he is, im glad i did what i did, etc.
dont sweat it though, trip. with or without the phone call... she still isnt talking to me....
ladies, thanx for letting us kick it at your place for one last time... always enjoyable =)
well. im out. of to my house in the WESTSIDE! monday i get to meet my (hopefully) new boss at freddys in ballard.
im excited. damn jay for getting me down. i guess blakes having second thoughts too. whatever. i cant accomadate all of you. one of you would have gotten a shit room anyway. i guess its better to be mad at me then a good friend though. but i deserve that room, dammit. then i was asked to give it up from air. see why i feel like a dick? cuz i told him no too. god. i feel like a bastard.
guilt issues? who knows.
late.
i had parts for my bed in the L-room, as jay pulls up. he comes upstairs and asks if wank is now deciding to move into that room, but i say no, its my stuff.. then we start talking about it. i tell him that i paid for the house, therefore making it my choice. he stated that out of want and necessity it should be his. umm. doesnt really work like that... ya i feel bad, but im not going to "do him a favor" just to appease him so he doesnt feel bad... i stuck up for myself. i feel like a dick. but i was in the right. i see how he would be dissappointed being kicked out of, yes, the third room you wanted, but, you cant always get what you want just because you want it... no offense to anyone out there. but after jay went downstairs and made a rucus to show his anger, i asked wank if jay was from a single-child family... shore nuff.. comes from a rich only child family. i guess hes not used to not getting what he wants.
we tried to reason with him.. gave him one of the living rooms upstairs, but he kept coming up with lame reasons. like trying to study during a party. well. maybe if that'll be the case. maybe you shouldnt live with us. who studies during a party anyway?
so. i dunno. he seems ready to not move in now. he took his box that he used to stake his claim in the L-room and left. peeling rubber to show is disapprovement.
bah.
as for work. it was noon to 4. oh my sweet jesus was it ever busy!!! my first 3 check outs were around $200 of food. lemme tell you.. thats a shit load. and with all these, i had to get an override for one reason or another.. and. it was today was the first time i ever had to call the credit card place like in "night of the roxbury" and get the card denied. the guy left pissed. "that was a waste of time. i need to call my bank". so i thought he was just gunna leave all his shit, so i voided it out. he comes back later to get the suspended receipt... uh.. yeah. but it was voided.. so he had to stand in line agAin.
other cuh-razy shit at work...
i was checking out (as in ringing up) these two old ladies. im kinda hunched over putting cans into a bag. i feel this kinda slap and i brush of wind on the back of my head... i look up and around, thinking that maybe peter threw something, or shot a rubber band at me.. but as im looking up, everyone in my line is like.. wow! did you see that bird?! it just buzzed your head.. i was like.. "well, actually i felt it, it hit my head." it just dove outta nowhere and hit me!! the fucker. it was only a little sparrow though.
last night... hmmm.. last night... tripat, im not upset. im just in awe that out of the like 20 or so listing in my cell phone, that you picked ashleigh's cell phone to call and leave a message... its so unreal!! first the teaxco attendant talking trash to us, now tripat calling my ex-girlfriend that i havent talked to in like 5 or so weeks, and leaving her a message. i just dont know what she'll do...
laugh? get more annoyed? think: yeah, look how dumb he is, im glad i did what i did, etc.
dont sweat it though, trip. with or without the phone call... she still isnt talking to me....
ladies, thanx for letting us kick it at your place for one last time... always enjoyable =)
well. im out. of to my house in the WESTSIDE! monday i get to meet my (hopefully) new boss at freddys in ballard.
im excited. damn jay for getting me down. i guess blakes having second thoughts too. whatever. i cant accomadate all of you. one of you would have gotten a shit room anyway. i guess its better to be mad at me then a good friend though. but i deserve that room, dammit. then i was asked to give it up from air. see why i feel like a dick? cuz i told him no too. god. i feel like a bastard.
guilt issues? who knows.
late.
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