Well technically...

So maybe I exaggerated a little. But, you know, what's up with the weird straight guys hitting on me? Not cool. This is the second one in the past month who has called Dairy Queen and asked for me by name. The first one was a total creep, and I blew him off. The second one (tonight) was not so bad. He drives a wrecker and his name is Teddy. I took a break and we talked, but I don't really trust him. I certainly wouldn't be comfortable getting in a car alone with him. I promised to call him sometime this week, but I think I'll try to avoid getting together. And I didn't give him my phone number. Too bad everybody has caller ID these days. I wish I had a cell phone. Maybe I can call him from work...yeah, that's a good idea.

Apparently he goes to the local lesbian bar to look at all the women and try to pick them up. I found that really, really creepy and somewhat offensive, although I didn't tell him that. He also admitted to having gone into lesbian chatrooms and pretended to be a woman. His girlfriend (!) apparently has a haircut just like mine (mine is about 1 3/4 inches long on top and shorter on the sides right now). Maybe he likes to pretend that he has converted lesbians to straightness? It seemed like he wanted to go girl-watching with me. Maybe he thinks that I would have a threesome with him. I don't know. Anyway, I didn't get the feeling that his intentions were terribly pure, and the more I think about it, the less I like him. I'll feel really awkward, though, if I don't call and he comes to DQ to see me. That would suck. Maybe I can just call him at a strange time, like 3 am, and leave him a message saying that I never want to see him again *smirk*. I wouldn't actually do that. He didn't seem like a bad guy, exactly, just not interesting enough for me to overlook his desire to sleep with me. Oh well.

PS Before you ask, I did tell him that I was gay before I agreed to any conversation at all. He said that it "wasn't a problem," whatever that means. I hope he's not counting on his good looks (well, he may like them) to convert me, because, well, not gonna happen. Nope. Totally not. He can wait till the sky falls and the seas turn black and the Republicans find their sense of rhythm, but it's NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Grr.

So there's this song by Franz Ferdinand called "I'm Your Villain." And while they're an awesome band, their singing is not exactly well-enunciated, and unless you have the lyrics sitting in front of you, the words are sometimes hard to decipher. And in this particular case, I thought they were saying "pillow" and not "villain." Granted, that doesn't make a lot of sense, so I figured I was hearing it wrong, but it still sounds like pillow to me, and when I sing along I always say pillow by accident at least once.

I actually have a little money to spare now, thanks to Aunt Cindi (and I feel terrible that I can never remember whether she spells her name with an i or a y at the end...I think it's an i, though...). I'm trying reeeeally hard not to go out and spend it on the first thing that catches my eye, but it's hard. Grr. I already spent $40 on towels and underwear at TJ Maxx. There's nothing wrong with my current set of towels, really, although one of them got some bleach on it, but they're dark blue, almost navy, and my bathroom really does not need ANOTHER color in it, so I decided I wanted white ones. And I was at TJ Maxx for the underwear, but I figured I'd look around and see what was on sale. The towels were pretty cheap (and very soft!), so I got them, and there was a hat I wanted, but it had a stain on it that I wasn't sure would come out, so I didn't get it. *sigh*

Also, I'm not sure if my Christmas plans are going to work out quite the way I planned...TC (one of the other assistant managers) just quit. SO...now I'm one of only two assistants, and I don't know that I'll be able to take any time off around Christmas as I had planned, which means that driving for seven or eight hours each way to see Sarah might not work out--we're only closed the 24th and 25th. SO...I guess I'll have to see how much time my boss is willing to give me.

On an entirely different, not to say random, topic...I went shopping for DQ at Office Max and Home Depot today. It was fun. I love spending other people's money *grin*

Ciao/tschüß

*Is it strange that this phrase always makes me think of Kenneth Starr?

BOY do I have a lot to tell you guys today. I've sort of been saving it up until I had the time and energy to write about all of it.

Observations/occurences/ramblings:

• I have some really cool English relatives. Two of them run a bed and breakfast in a MEDIEVAL house (built in 1400). Do you have ANY idea how cool that is? It helps to know that I was obssessed with all things medieval for a large portion of my childhood.
• I am now hooked on Sudoku (number puzzles, if you haven't already been caught up in the wave of enthusiasm).
• My aunt gave me $100 for "gas money" even though my other aunt had already filled up my tank. Wheeee.
• 60 years is a really long time to be married. It's a really REALLY long time to stay in love.
• Champagne and chambord make a really good, if somewhat expensive and very girly, drink.
• Nothing beats hanging out in your pajamas in the hotel room till 1 in the morning talking and drinking wine out of plastic cups.
• My uncle had my cousin's husband fix my car (you know how it was making that squealing noise? GONE.) Also got brand new tires. For free. And I was so grateful I actually managed to send thank-you-notes. Yay me!
• I have a seriously dysfunctional family (but we already knew that).
• Toddlers are cute in small quantities, but I don't know that I'd want to live with one.
• Route 58 is incredibly boring.
• It looks like I'm going to be staying on a schedule where I get up in the a.m. and go to bed by 1 or so. It seems that six days in a row of getting up early have done the trick.
• Going in at 9 a.m. isn't so bad if you go to bed at a reasonable hour.
• I like watching poker on TV.
• My entire extended family cares about me/would probably spoil me a bit if given the chance. Who knew?
• I got a phone call from someone I used to work with who I hadn't heard from in about seven months. I'd pretty much given up hope, and then BAM! I came home from work last night and found a message from her on my voicemail. I'm planning on calling her as soon as I get offline.
• Styling wax is awesome.
• The Republicans need to stop calling me, or somebody's going to get hurt.
• I really hate it when people who clearly don't understand the concept of meter try to write rhyming poetry. If you don't know what you're doing, just stick with free verse, okay? Thanks.
• I find it highly amusing that the standard cloth size quilters use is called a "fat quarter."
• If I am in the company of people with English accents, I start to sound English myself.
• I hate organic root beer.
• I had a really good vacation. I feel relaxed and accomplished and relieved all at once *grin*

SO...I got my hair cut today. Finally. It's pretty short. Not the shortest I've ever gone, by at least an inch and a half...but still pretty short. I also bought some horribly expensive styling wax, which I probably would not have gotten if I'd known exactly how expensive it was, but I really wanted my cool, gay-friendly stylist to like me. Yeah, so maybe I have a crush. Shut up! I can't help it. She's cute and moderately trendy in a don't-you-dare-ask-for-blonde-highlights kind of way. Apparently she has a degree in graphic design, but was having trouble finding work in her field. She's really tall, and I'm pretty short, so I had an interesting time trying not to stare at her cleavage (and there was a lot of it to stare at). *sigh*

Anyway. I hope B isn't mad at me for getting my hair all short. I don't plan on spiking it at work, but really, it's a lot of fun. I'll post a picture as soon as I have any :-)

I hate polar bears. All they ever do is drink Coke and become rugs after they die. (Thanks, Joe. I just had to use it.)

Anyway...like I was saying, I've been kind of out of focus today. Mostly I'm fine, but every now and then I'll space out a little. I did get a good amount of sleep last night, though. And my cramps weren't as bad as they usually are. I've been feeling bitchy for about a week and suddenly I'm not anymore and it's great. Also, a coworker told me that he likes working with me so much better than working with my boss because she finds fault with everything and spazzes about stuff whenever we get busy. He greeted me with "Hannah, I will never complain about anything you do ever, ever again." That made me kind of happy, although it probably shouldn't have (does that mean I'm slack?).

Also, I went to Planet Music last night and listened to random 30-second chunks from several CDs and now I'm coveting them. Grr. I might treat myself to one for my trip to North Carolina.

I finally bought A Short History of Nearly Everything. It was so worth the $15 I spent on it. SO worth it. The best way I can think of to explain it is: what you always wished your science text books would be like, so you would actually want to read them. It's like a cross between an adventure novel and a science book, with all the best characteristics of both (except, perhaps, a plot, and character development). Fascinating stuff.

Coldstone Creamery is awesome. Seriously. If you haven't been, you should go. Right now. If they're closed, camp out on the doorstep until they open in the manner of a crazed Star Wars fan. I haven't just discovered them, but I just went back after not going for a while, and man is that stuff good.

PS I can almost taste that week of vacation. Yum!

So...four days of rain so far, and no end in sight. Grr.

Also: I spent too much money at Walmart today (as usual).

And: I have absolutely no attention span right now. There are things I've been meaning to write about. Not necessarily important things, but, you know, things. So that you guys don't think I've like, died, or fallen into a deep hole with spiky things at the bottom, or finally imploded due to a stupidity overload after dealing with idiotic customers all day.

BUT...I can't think of anything. Oh well. Maybe tomorrow.

PS I have this great idea for a short story: a bunch of cheerleaders who get possessed by demons and then go around killing people by jumping on them and suffocating them with pom-poms. I'm sure it will be a critical success.

I am exhausted and achy from putting away $3,000 worth of food and dry goods almost entirely by myself, much of it in the walk-in freezer, which we keep at 0 degrees. Yeah, that was fun (not).

My hands hurt like hell.

I am poor.

I need a haircut.

I'm going to church this Sunday.

I finally got my car inspected, and there was nothing terribly wrong with it.

Gas is fucking expensive as hell.

I found an awesome (currently updated!) Star Trek series. I read all four installments in three days (it only took me about fourteen hours :-P).

I'm getting 13 hours of overtime for this week alone.

At least I get a day off.

I'm going to see Granddad tomorrow and cross my fingers that the lampshade will work.

I'm hungry.

I need to go grocery shopping.

But I don't feel like it.

I'm going to be attending that food manager class during my vacation--sixteen freakin hours. And I won't even get overtime pay for it. Grr.

But I'm still looking forward to the vacation.

This is very stream-of-consciousness, only without the great insight/character development. I'll stop now.

Ugh. I hate working open to close. I'm just so exhausted. My feet and back are killing me, my hands hurt like hell, and I have to get up early tomorrow to do laundry and take my car to get its state inspection (which was supposed to happen in September, so I'm praying I don't get a citation, because I certainly couldn't afford to pay it). Also, I have to take my grandfather his lampshade and headphones for his television.

And I all REALLY want to do is sleep. *groan*

Goodnight, folks.

PS I updated the drive-thru etiquette blog today. You should go read it and leave me many comments praising my great wit.

Sorry for the random song-title thing. It just...seemed appropriate. Somehow DQ expects me to be a god for $7.75/hour. Not gonna happen, guys. It's just not gonna happen.

The big news right now? S--the one who was going to take that food manager certification course? Yeah, she quit today. Without notice. She's leaving her (asshole) husband and going back to Michigan. God knows what she's gonna do there. Anyway...since we already lost one assistant, that means we now have three. Four would have been a good amount for the winter. But since two of us are considering leaving (one pretty soon), things are going to get kind of rough for B (my manager).

And it looks like I'll be working more day shifts. I don't really have a problem with that...but it does mean that I'll be closing and then opening, which I hate. And tomorrow I have to work open to close (thirteen hours). I don't mind the overtime, but if I'd known I was going to have to get up at 9:00 tomorrow morning, I wouldn't have slept until 3:30 today. I am going to be SO tired by tomorrow night.

I guess that's all for now...*sigh*

Good night.