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Evil days and weird dreams

Ok, this morning I woke up from an odd dream. I was at some function for Chris and April, wasn't the wedding, but we were in some vacation house, with many rooms. I was awakened by someone whom I thought was the maid. I proceeded to scream at her for giving me an attitude when I politely asked her to get the fuck out of my room. :) (I just hope that I wasn't actually screaming at my mother)
Anyways, there were some pictures that needed to be taken. Peace was there and I was starting to feel guilty for yelling at this lady, and she told me not to worry about it as she was obviously a nothing person. That struck me as very odd, especially coming from Peace. Some people were called to get there pictures done, and they had to get all dressed up, so while I was waiting, the photographer's assistant asked if I would help him set up some of the props. I said, "Sure, I'm still waiting for my turn."
Well, he only carried things that weren't electrical. So I asked him why and he said that he couldn't touch anything electrical. He looked like a cross between this guy that I worked with at the bookstore and someone else whom I shall not mention.
Then my alarm went off, and I had to go to work, which starts the evil day part of this entry.

I had to do a 13 hour day today, because I originally said I would cover for the morning person. Next thing I know, the evening shift person says she can't work because she has to go to her new job. I doubt she even tried to get out of that one, especially since Friday she didn't have the decency to call me and let me know as I had specifically requested she do. The other girl that works there absolutely refused to work today. So, it was all me.
About 3 this afternoon I get a call from "I refuse to work" girl and she says, "Oh, do you want me to come in?"
"No, you refused to work today, so, don't worry about it."
"Well, I thought that I was needed to help with the move and all, so that's why I said I couldn't work."
"That's fine. Go help your sister get her room together instead of coming in here. I'm fine."
"Are you sure you don't want me to come in?"
"Yes, go help your sister with her room. She can't do anything herself, you know that. I have to go now, bye." (her sister had knee surgery recently, so she can't do any bending, etc.)
So, I get a call later this evening from her sister (my best friend).
"How's it going?" <---friend
"Fine. Is she over there helping you?"
"No. I told my mom what was going on (me having to work the double)and then next thing I know she disappears for ten minutes and comes back and says that you said you didn't want her to come in."
"Yeah, I said that, and then I told her to go help you instead."
"Well, she's not here."
"Fucker. If I had known she was gonna bitch out like that I would have told her to get her ass over here and I would have come over to help you."
"I'm sorry you thought she would actually get off her ass."
"Yeah, me too. Gotta go, customers. I'll call you back."

So, yeah. How do you like that?
Stupid teenage asshole primadonna bitches! :)

So, that was my day. It wasn't so bad, but the boredom got to me after a while. I actually went 2 hours with no customers. Egads! Only did about $175 in business today, which pretty much covers costs. On a brighter note, I don't have to open tomorrow morning since I did the double today. yay for me. I get to sleep in! Woot woot!


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