Bus Stop Boy called me when I was at the mall yesterday. "So... want me to come over to your place?" Oh hellz no. But I explained that I wasn't at home and would be busy for a few hours, and he was all disappointed. Again. So he said he'd call me later that night, which he never did. Am I starting to feel like an asshole? Kinda. But you know what? He's impressed me less and less every time I've talked to him. I do realize that my expectations are impossible for anyone to ever meet, though. And had I not been in the middle of my massive shopping spree, I would have met up with him... although definitely NOT at my place. Or his place, for that matter. Neutral territory only. And I suppose I could have said "Well, hey, I'm at the Good Mall right now and, as you know, there's 50,000 Starbucks in this general area, so let's meet up there." But... I didn't. And ain't nuttin I can do about that now.
And the shift switch did eventually get approved late yesterday afternoon. What a pain in the ass. So... never again. No more being nice.
Work today sucked massive amounts of ass. I had the worst beginning of my day ever. I was thisclose to crying. And basically the whole day was just non-stop bullshit. However, I did get a couple of scratch tickets for having perfect attendence last month. I dunno if that's a new thing work is doing, or if that's just something that Funny Little Supervisor does. He just came up to me all of a sudden, asking "Did you want two Taxis or two Blackjacks?" And I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. But, yeah, they were lottery tickets. And I took the two Taxis, by the way. I haven't scratched them yet, though. I could be a thousandaire! Just a second, let me see... Oooh, I won two bucks. Yay.
And, of course, today is Canada Day. So... Happy Canada Day! And a happy time and a half to me. Almost makes the shit I put up with today worthwhile. Almost.