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2002-11-22 - 12:12 p.m. me: i love this song (earth wind & fires - "reasons") norma: you're such a mexican, tone first of all, that was one of the funniest things that anyone has ever told me. second, who else but another mexican can even know that loving that song is so typically mexican? i just got home awhile ago. i went in super early so that i could do some christmas card orders. tis the season. i stayed up far too late last night, and this morning i did not wanna get up. typical. i was at work by 7 and i was out by 11, and all i did was card orders. the girl who was supposed to work is sick, so i took her hours. my boss is out for 8 weeks cuz she had surgery on her wrist. so now we have a new replacement manager. she's cool, this is her first managerial shot, so she's super into it. the thing is i've known her since she was a newbie, and we've partied together, and always gotten along. so, i'm getting hours, and the days off i'm requesting. BUT, (big huge but) i'm not stepping on anyone's toes in getting what i want. she asked me to stay after she had asked a coupla other people first, and they said no. also, me getting requested days off is in no way fucking up anyone else's flavor. and, the extra hours thing, well, if i offer my services, and nobody else is that's not my fault. besides, here's how i see it, doing a little extra, and it is very little, to get what you want is not a bad trade off. my job is not hard at all. it's a bit stressful, and time is the enemy, but as far as physically difficult, or strenuous? uh, no. i sat on my ass, and put some negatives into a scanner, adjusted the color, and density with the click of a mouse, typed in the personal greeting, told the computer how many cards to make, and that was about it. if the printer runs out of paper i get up and change it. i then package the order, and i'm done. see, not at all difficult. i get paid to do that. it's not exactly nourishing for the soul, but, it pays the bills. i look at some of my relatives, and what they do, and feel badly sometimes. they work. physically bust their humps, and i respect the hell out of them. i've just always known that i couldn't lug stuff around all day, or dig ditches, or do anything that required me to be at work everday at 5 or 6 a.m. i mean, i know i went in early today, but it's only cuz of the christmas card situation. once the holidays are over, so is going in that early. i'm rambling cuz i'd like nothing better than to go to bed, and i refuse to do that. i saw this guy this morning at the liquor store, and he was so cute. he had on shorts, and the way the sunlight glinted off the hair on his legs was a huge turn on. it hit his legs just right. his legs were great by the way. the split in his calves was boner inducing. i'm tired, and horny, and matt doesn't come home for hours. i could always go violate myself. or clean the bathroom. decisions, decisions.... |
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