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Dear Girl That Works at Hibbetts,
Strike three. I hate you. You are a lying weasel, and you look like a conservatively dressed prostitute. Learn from your mistake because if you mess with me again, Hurricane Richie will lay its path directly through the your store, and water is not needed to fuel its fury; only the stupidity and ignorance that somehow manages to fill your poorly kept face is needed to wreak that havoc.
With much deserved hatred,
Hurricane Richie | p.s. I guess i don't hate you, you did make me mad though | | |
| long day....don't really feel like updating this thing....it is kind of a hastle and i really don't see the point of it.....going to murray tomorrow to pick up some shoes i ordered at hibbits and then probably going to by a new cd or two (yes, i buy cd's when i really like the band)
--Richie-- | | |
| So, every year another birthday comes to a close, and I'm left wondering: where did all the magic go? I can remember as a child that a birthday was a reason for boundless excitement--a reason to count down the days until the grand celebration finally arrived. There were friends, and presents, and cake. A child's birthday is one of the most exciting moments of his or her life at that point in time. After all, what is a birthday party if not a celebration of the uniqueness, the specialness, the individuality of an individual?
I've noticed, though, that with each passing year, the arrival of a birthday begins to lose its charm and wonder; suddenly, the importance of the anniversary of your birth begins to lose its importance. The anxious waiting decreases with each added year until finally your birthday becomes something to dread. Right now, I'm in the limbo stage, where the most I expect is a check from my parents and a few friends over for a little shin-dig. Since when did I opt to become an adult? Or is it childish to want the clowns-and-petting-zoo hooplah that makes a six year old feel special?
Maybe these feelings of mild disappointment and ennui stem from the fact that as a young adult, I have young adult friends, and adults have strict schedules to which they must adhere; no longer can I throw a summer party on a weekday and stay up til dawn. Unfortunately, an inevitable part of growing up is employment--but even more broad than that: obligations. Perhaps I'm suffering from Peter Pan Syndrome, a throwback from being a highly independent but spoiled child. I still want to be a kid, and feel special when my birthday is around the corner.
That's not to say that I did not enjoy my birthday this year; I was surrounded by friends, and got birthday wishes from more people than ever. But there just feels like there's something missing. Maybe what is missing though is a part of me. Maybe it's not that I'm not getting a party hat and a noise maker. Could it be that I'm putting them aside, feeling too mature in my wise old age of 18 for all the fuss and attention? Is it possible that I only think I want the attention, but if it were offered I would shrug it off and say "No big deal, just another year"? That certainly seems more my style.
Anyhow, it's hard to decide whether society knocks down the importance of a birthday with each passing year, or if each passing year is one less lit candle on my Cake of Significant Events.
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| Today I woke up at around 5:30......and man was i tired. So i layed in bed till about 8:30 or so when i had to get ready for work. Yes working on Sunday is not my favorite thing to do, but hey it was my last Sunday hopefullyl for a long time, or till christmas break at least. The only thing that i was excited about this morning was not having to put up the sales ad signs around the store. Usually that is done on Saturday. HOWEVER......the new girl that started last week apparently is either really really slow or just retarded. Anyways, tghat put me about two hours behind the other million and a half things i had to do.
One of these million and a half things was dealing with the Indian (not natives, Indians) people that own the Raceway gas station in Mayfield. I really don't like selling things to them in the first place b/c they buy everything off of our 90% end cap and take it back to their store and sell it for about 312.56% more, to be exact. Anyways, they bought about 20 things of Wet n' Wild lipstick and apparently it wasn't cheap enough, so they ragged me out. Most of the time i was just smiling and nodding,b/c that is what customer service specialist are suppose to do. But i was thinking things that i shouldn't have been thinking. oh well, they deserved a good brain chewing out. So after that it was kind of boring. I worked on a skin care planogram, sold some condoms to some 40ish year old men, and some feminine (sp?) products to really old people that were buy one get one for 1cent. I guess they tghey were jsut buying them bc they were on sale. OH! and this one lady called and asked me when our labor day sale was this year! lol....i put the phone on mute so she couldn't hear me laughing.
So after work I went to church. Kyle Hooper preached b/c it was his last sunday with us. I hope he does great things in China. Howeve,r I'm also excited about Ryan taking the job of associate minister. He seems really cool so far (but then again kenny did too) haha. So after church was over it was time for the annual Ice Cream Supper.....yum. Needless to say i'm really full right now. Now i'm home and i guess i'm might as well be getting ready to take grandaddy to radiation tomorrow. laters taters | | |
| Well, my very first xanga entry. I feel that i have accomplished something in life. I've had a pretty good day today. My aunt took me shopping for some college odds and ends today. I'm really getting nervous aboutu going to college, but anxious at the same time. I know there are great things that are in store for me.
This is my first day off from CVS in a little over a week. When i got this job, i was expecting 20-25 hours a week.......now i have at LEAST 35 usually more. I'm one tired Customer Service Specialist. Anyways, i guess thats all for now, trying to find something to do tonight.....later! | | |
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