Apparently I am easily taken advantage of. Last night at the ballet I decided to give one more chance before I unleash the other side of my loving personality. And actually most of the callers are great, there is just one. Not only does she not come in on time, she shows up about twenty minutes late and doesn't call. Okay, now sweat, whatever.
Through out the night everyone is bitching, "No one is answering" "Orem people suck", "Who names their kid Alfred". This is what I hear every night. Makes you go crazy. Especially when one of the girls is fresh off the farm in Texas and has managed to manipulate her voice until it is at the highest possible pitch. My favorite question so far "James Dean. That name sounds familiar. Maybe I know him." Yeah maybe you do. "Um, S, he was an actor, died in a car accident. Ring any bells?" For fucks sake who doesn't know who James Dean is? "Nope. Never heard of him." Kill.Me.Now.
I wanted to go home early, I desperately needed to go home early. So at the beginning of the night I set a very obtainable goal, which no one met. So a few minutes before 8:30 I advise them to pack it up. So what do they all do?? Write 9pm on their time cards. WTF? You think you get a free half hour? "Sabrina lets..." Fuck Sabrina, she does not. Just because I am not in every night doesn't mean I don't know who shit goes down. So tonight... we are staying until the last minute. Fuckers.
I have procrastinated again. My first class starts tomorrow and I have an assignment I need to do. I can't do the assignment until I read the five chapters he assigned. Oh well. I procrastinated quite a lot for my last class and still managed an A. Yep, not an A- an A. Letting the instructor glimpse down my shirt a couple of times seemed to work magic.
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