*le yawn*

Mmmkay. I'm not quite so punctual updating this thing anymore. Well, since my laptop decided to implode, but even less often now. Even now, I don't want to update anymore. I'm up at 5:(fucking)30 in the morning because I was so the last three days in a row. Got a job as a file clerk at a bank operations center. It's not a fun job, but it beats the shit out of smelling like pizza sauce and armor-all. Called the gas station to quit the day I started at the bank. I got hung up on. Oh, well. As long as I get paid, everything's kosher. What did they expect me to do? "No, ma'am. I will not take this job with normal hours, REAL weekends, higher pay, and not having to deal with drunkards/stoners hitting on me. That's a REAL nightmare! The horror! THE HORROR!" Actually, I may never go back to working with the public again. If I have anything to say about it. I'm hoping to catch up the hellatious filing job I'm doing right now so they can train me to do something else so I'm more apt to get a job doing something similar when I go back to school. (Run-on sentence ahoy!) I think they said they had an operations center in Lexington. If not, I'll just hope to have a really good reference in some field other than cashier and go from there. Why am I typing all this? You don't care. If I had the attention span to do so, I'd tell some stories. Like my finding an account in the name of a motorcycle club named "United Bikers Against Drugs," or "U.B.A.D." *blinks* Or, before quitting the gas station, my crawling over the bags of ice in the freezer to scare my co-worker (which worked wonderfully). But I smell like butt. So I'm gonna go make some pancakes and take a shower. I have shit to do ("...and an appointment on Tuesday..."). Toodles!