*stabs day*stab*stab*stab*stab*

[amezri]

Work was a well, not really a nightmare, but it was out of control busy. Mostly due to the fact that Border (which is across the street) closed due to some sort of emergency that involved fire engines and emergency vehicles. I have no idea what happened, but all of their customers (read: the snooty bitchy ones) came over to our store to do their shopping. Most of the people were nice though, so that was actually a change. But yeah.. busy. Very, very busy. On the plus side, I did see a David ANders lookalike (with the crew cut) and I was.. erm.. distracted.

Scifi 1701D: btw, David Anders' look-a-like stopped in the store today
crushw_eyeliner: oh you bitch. *G*
Scifi 1701D: And I was so like, trying not to stare I forgot to give him the dime I owed him [face palm] and then I was all, "uhm, I'm sorry, I shorted you a dime.] and he was all "it's okay, don't worry about it" Gah
crushw_eyeliner: meeeep.

My shift finally ended and I punched out on time. I think I was only $0.10 over because the guy didn't want his dime. Meh.. whatever.

As I'm walking from the magazines back to music to pick my order, this pudgy Asian boy, who was at the register 3 minutes, prior stops me (hello! I am in a hurry! Notice the brisk walking.) and tells me that he thinks I'm pretty. Now on any normal day.. oh fuck, who am I kidding? I blew him off so fast he probably still doesn't know what happened. I'm pretty sure I made a face and said "Uh, thanks," then turned to walk away. He shouts after me, "do you have a boyfriend?" I answer, "Yeah." He apologizes and scurries away. I lied. So sue me. And I'm shallow, yes. Had it been a cute boy complimenting me, I might have responded differently. Wait, no, maybe I would have smiled. I still would have blown him off because... uh, who the hell are you? Due to past experiences I am very creeped out by guys who compliment me out of the blue - especially if I have no interest in them. I've never learned how to take a compliment and unless they come from a very close friend I'm usually uncomfortable accepting any sort of compliment about my appearance. Anything work/skill related I am perfectly fine with, but you start talking about my smile or whathave you and I freak out. It's a sickness.

Anyway, I pick my DVD - Lewis Black Unleashed! woohoo! - said hello to Matt, and went home, expecting to relax a bit before tonight's ALL NEW Alias!

Alas... I came home and nearly had an anxiety attack. The house is dark. All the blinds are open. There are bones all over the kitchen and the dog is like, choking on one - it was stuck in her mouth. She had pissed in her bed because, as I later found out, she hadn't gone out since 2pm. This dog has a bladder the size of a walnut and needs to be let out every 4 hours. Seriously, if it's over 4 hours, she starts to whine... she really can't hold it. It's now nearly 8pm. So yeah, she hasn't gone out, the other dog hasn't gone out. There's dishes all in the sink, some weird concoction on the stove. Some foiled thing in the toaster oven. I don't know what the bloody hell is going on.

My father stumbles out of his room, so immediately I'm all over him asking what the fuck was going on. He said no, he hadn't let the dogs out because he just woke up. What. The Fuck. And he tells me to just leave the dog's mess and he'll get to it tomorrow. Tomorrow. I'm not leaving dog piss in the kitchen overnight, you braindead moron. I tell him so and he says, well, he's too tired right now to do it. Tired?! You just slept all afternoon and you're fucking tired? Oh how I wanted to strangle him. Instead i let the dogs out and cleaned up the mess. Meanwhile, he's telling me that he's going to cook dinner... or he had cooked dinner or some shit. The thought of it makes my stomach turn. So I tell him not to make my dinner that I'll make it myself.

So yeah, here I am after all that. I'm going to go get ready for Alias now. Because I need the hour of bracing television. Or my father will find a large knife sticking out of his throat.

Comments

[ozw.livejournal.com]

You are pretty. Deal with it :oP And don't be mean to pudgy asian boys cuz they can't help but be in awe of the awesomeness that is you. :o) Who am I kidding I would've blown the turd off too, but meaner. :oP

[urbanfae.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Does not sound like a good day.

[seishin.livejournal.com]

Your father sounds far too much like my drug dealing, highschool dropout, abusive fucktard charming brother. Never cleans after himself, or his 2 dogs, that he also treats horribly; since he only cares about the 'money' he's going to make off the one thats pregnant (at only a YEAR old, shes TINY! but because she's part 'blue', he wants ot breed her), but doesnt want to take her to a vet for any pre-natal because it'll cost '5 bills'. Hell, just today he told my mom he would not clean up after his breakfast...if I dreampt of trying that Id be hearing about it for the next 10 years. >_