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this weekend flat out sucked.
friday i spent hours getting a nice sweetest day dinner made and getting all dolled up and pretty and laying out a cute little set of gifts for joey. he forgot sweetest day was this weekend. no harm no foul yeah? except all fucking weekend i got to hear "i'm such a terrible boyfriend, i didn't even do anything for sweetest day for you." and "i was going to make dinner for you for sweetest day but..." and when he came and got me from work saturday "i'm going to go get you a nice dinner right now" i asked if i could please go home as i'd been on my feet all day and was quite wrecked. when we got home he just changed into his laying around clothes and bitched about what an awful boyfriend he was for not doing anything for sweetest day until i couldn't take the hunger anymore and just ordered pizza.
wtf dude, if you forgot then you forgot. don't rub in that i spent quote a bit of money on you for this stupid holiday and you just laid around and played halo online and painted your xbox360. i really wasn't offended at first. i mean, i've never really gotten anything extravagant for romantic holidays (tho i *did* get a chocolate fish once) so i'm not too hard pressed, but to watch someone whine about how terrible they feel for an entire weekend while sitting on their ass in a cluttered house with two sinks full of dishes while i work through the whole weekend? yeah, after about the 987324675345 time i heard what a "shitty boyfriend" i had i started getting pissed. LEAVE IT ALONE!
and sunday... whoa boy. CVS is lucky i'm not armed. so are it's employees. we were given the task to sort the stockroom. now first off - i had two other people. two ABLE BODIED people. second, the stock room was literally about 18 feet piled high with christmas crap. the second the boss left my two people went MIA and left me to sort through all of this. WTF? i had boxes fall on my head, i felt something pop in my back and my neck, i have a gash down my leg where a box of four family sized crock pots fell on my head then bounced off my leg, i have a massive goose egg on one of my knees, my ankle is almost too sore to walk on, i popped a hip out of joint and messed up BOTH of my wrists. wanna know where the guy that i had was? working in photo not telling me there was a problem up there. then he was working on christmas lights, then talking to the pharmacist, and disappearing in general. then he went on a half hour break. then the cashier went on a half hour break and he rang. the other person? i have no idea, but toward the end of her shift (the middle of mine) she just watched me saying "i feel so bad! oh my gosh you shouldn't be doing this! i feel so terrible!" wtf?
so basically my weekend was filled with people pretending to feel bad about things they didn't really feel bad about or just ignoring my plight in general. it was wonderful. i want to kill, and i am so sore and in so much pain.
at least i got more pieces to my halloween costume.
oh well, off to class.
friday i spent hours getting a nice sweetest day dinner made and getting all dolled up and pretty and laying out a cute little set of gifts for joey. he forgot sweetest day was this weekend. no harm no foul yeah? except all fucking weekend i got to hear "i'm such a terrible boyfriend, i didn't even do anything for sweetest day for you." and "i was going to make dinner for you for sweetest day but..." and when he came and got me from work saturday "i'm going to go get you a nice dinner right now" i asked if i could please go home as i'd been on my feet all day and was quite wrecked. when we got home he just changed into his laying around clothes and bitched about what an awful boyfriend he was for not doing anything for sweetest day until i couldn't take the hunger anymore and just ordered pizza.
wtf dude, if you forgot then you forgot. don't rub in that i spent quote a bit of money on you for this stupid holiday and you just laid around and played halo online and painted your xbox360. i really wasn't offended at first. i mean, i've never really gotten anything extravagant for romantic holidays (tho i *did* get a chocolate fish once) so i'm not too hard pressed, but to watch someone whine about how terrible they feel for an entire weekend while sitting on their ass in a cluttered house with two sinks full of dishes while i work through the whole weekend? yeah, after about the 987324675345 time i heard what a "shitty boyfriend" i had i started getting pissed. LEAVE IT ALONE!
and sunday... whoa boy. CVS is lucky i'm not armed. so are it's employees. we were given the task to sort the stockroom. now first off - i had two other people. two ABLE BODIED people. second, the stock room was literally about 18 feet piled high with christmas crap. the second the boss left my two people went MIA and left me to sort through all of this. WTF? i had boxes fall on my head, i felt something pop in my back and my neck, i have a gash down my leg where a box of four family sized crock pots fell on my head then bounced off my leg, i have a massive goose egg on one of my knees, my ankle is almost too sore to walk on, i popped a hip out of joint and messed up BOTH of my wrists. wanna know where the guy that i had was? working in photo not telling me there was a problem up there. then he was working on christmas lights, then talking to the pharmacist, and disappearing in general. then he went on a half hour break. then the cashier went on a half hour break and he rang. the other person? i have no idea, but toward the end of her shift (the middle of mine) she just watched me saying "i feel so bad! oh my gosh you shouldn't be doing this! i feel so terrible!" wtf?
so basically my weekend was filled with people pretending to feel bad about things they didn't really feel bad about or just ignoring my plight in general. it was wonderful. i want to kill, and i am so sore and in so much pain.
at least i got more pieces to my halloween costume.
oh well, off to class.