In which I am finally moved in . . .

. . . and a multitude of other exciting things happen.

Moving is crappy. (That one was for you Timmy.) I was using a cart thing to take my stuff in. It was big and bulky and I was trying to go to my car to bring stuff back when the cart decided that it needed to do what it wanted to do instead of what it needed to do. It careened into my ankle at a frightening pace -- at least fast enough to scratch some skin off -- and cause some minor swellage to occur. (Swellage was for you, Nikki-K.) It hurt like the dickens. And then I found a penny. (No, really, I did!)

Today was one of those days that you just seem to be late for everything. When my alarm went off at 6:55, I turned it off, having every intention of getting up in 5 minutes. I woke up at 7:37 -- just 13 minutes before I had to be at work. Eeeek! I took the fastest shower I've ever taken, threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth and was at work by 7:50. And then I made $28.

I filed things all day. It was fun. (I'm easily amused.)

I left work at noon so I could get ready for my other job that I had to be at at 12:45. I ate a sandwich and talked to Nikki-K for a while. At 12:35, I was walking down the steps in Lakota when I -- quite literally -- ran into Wade and Athletic Math Boy. Seriously -- they almost knocked me over. They must have been running -- cuz when I started going down the steps, they were nowhere in sight and then all of a sudden, Wade and his couch were flying at me and I was like, "Dude -- I'll move . . . " and Andy said, "Is that Mari Jo?" Lol -- it was great fun. Almost being knocked over by a couch accompanied by two studly fellows is almost better than finding money -- except that money pays the bills better than studly fellows do.

I punched in at work at exactly 12:45 and went down to find that Jennifer was there. Jennifer treats me as if I'm stupid. She talks at me in a tone that says "You need my help, you imbecile." She harassed me all day long and I HATE working when she's there because I always feel like I have to be perfect and I can't be. The first thing she said to me was "When you do shoes, you have to scan the tag, not the box." I said, "I know. I do." She said, "You didn't this morning." I told her that I had only had one pair of shoes come through my line (I'd only been there for like 5 minutes when she talked to me) and I DID scan the tag." She said, "no you didn't. The numbers were different" in a tone that said, "You're an imbecile." Then she said, "Do you need change?" as sweet as could be . . . It was a "I'm making your life miserable but there's absolutely nothing you can do about it because I'm the person who has to fix all your problems" kind of situation. Almost like a tyranical parent. And then this guy got mad at me because I couldn't scan his shoe box when there was no tag on the shoes. When I called back to active wear, they gave me the same numbers as were on the box. Um . . . He had waited forever for the price and then it was more than he thought they were and he didn't say he didn't want them so I told him the total and he got mad at me and yelled at me. I could have cried -- What was I supposed to do?? And then I didn't talk to Jennifer again all day and I just want to cry. And I made $35.94.

Then I went back to commons and filed things until 10:00 -- and I made $24.50.

Grand total of . . . a lot. $88.44 Whee -- too bad I had to work 14 hours for that.

If I hadn't run into Andy and if he hadn't recognized my voice, I would have died today. I can't handle this. HELP ME!
~MK