So tired.

I worked 7am - 6pm today. And would have worked until 6 30 or 7 except Melissa broke the packer, so we had to quit. And I'm so tired. And not even hungry. I made some eggs mayonnaise for supper for posterity's sake, but decided putting it on bread was too much effort, so I ate half of it by itself. And now feel slightly sick and faintly disgusted. Or is it faintly sick and slightly disgusted? Ah, who cares. I just want to go to bed.

But I should pack a bit first. Because I'M GOING TO MEDICINE HAT ON FRIDAY!!!! I'm excited, can you tell?

God I'd love a nice, cold drink right about now. Preferably of some sort of vodka cooler. *sigh* That would be nice.

Monday = Crap

So today started out rather shitty. My foreman got in trouble for telling us to do overtime last week without clearing it with the higher-ups, so he was grouchy, which made him grouchy at my leadhand, which made him rather grouchy. It was not a fun morning.

However, I do have some rather fun news: there is an official tie for Stupidest Person Award today! I know, you're all just thrilled. The first award goes to the suprisingly polite, somewhat good-looking, rather stupid guy who drove full-speed on the freshly oiled road. Congratulations! You win a brand-new coat of oil...on your CAR!!!!!!!!!! The second award goes to the idiot who, after driving for a mile on the freshly oiled road (past signs that said SLOW FRESH OIL and numerous traffic cones) stops and asks me "Was I driving on oil?". No genius, it was icing. Lick the pavement and see how it tastes. And, of course, honourable mentions to all the morons who drove on the side of the road with the fresh oil signs and traffic cones (and swerved around the cones to continue on the oiled side). I hope you all enjoyed your swim in the shallow end of the gene pool.

In other news...there is no other news. I have no life, what do you expect?

Happy birthday grandma, we miss you.

Random Musings Far Too Early In The Morning

Mark and I went and saw The Break-Up last night; totally awesome movie (even if it is a chick-flick), go see it. For those of you, like me, who had no idea what the movie was because you don't watch tv, here's the basic premis: Jennifer Aniston feels unappreciated by her boyfriend (Vince Vaughn) and after a dinner party when he doesn't even think to help clean up (choosing to play a video game instead), she yells at him and tries to get her point across but he doesn't get it. So they break up. She still likes him, wants him back, so starts a rediculous back-and-forth game where each of them try to make the other jealous. But by the end, Aniston gives up and THEN Vaughn figures out what she's been trying to tell him. Anywho, I won't ruin the ending, but there is a rather poignant scene in which I almost cried. No joke. But I am a big wuss, after all.

It just kind of illustrated what I was feeling near the end of the year in Lister when everything fell apart. Well, among other things. I am just NOT articulate in anyway and am unable to express what I feel. Anywho, moral of the story is: Aniston is hot, and you get to see her naked once. Good movie.

I get to open today, which I actually enjoy more than any other shift. Mainly because I'm home by 5pm, which is always nice. And I'll be phoning Siobhan tonight to see what's up and be all excited for the July long, because Mark and I are going down there. Just think, it's the weekend after next!

But I really need to finish getting ready for work.

TWO

I am posting TWO days in a row! How exciting. I was rained out at like, 1pm this afternoon, so I went and fueled up and then sat at home, waiting for my phone call from Mark to tell me to come over. Which didn't come, *sigh*. Apparently, I'm not love...*whimper* Somebody hold me!

I'm thinking that if it's still raining in the morning, I will once again have no work. And then will be working 11hours every day next week to make up for it. But oh wells.

Anywho. I'm gone.

Mare is Tired. The End.

I put in almost 11 hours today, and I am tired. And I put in 10 yesturday. Woot for overtime! People are getting to know my face. They dream of it nightly, and in their dreams they stab my face with the antennae of their cell phones. It's inevitable. I really can't help that there's construction on their road and that's it's lasting all week. Really, I'm at the bottom of the pole here. I have no authority. So far, the only person who hasn't seemed to notice any inconvienience is the guy with his cell phone glued to his ear every evening. I've seen him for three days in a row, and every day he stops, rolls down his window, makes some strange motion with his hand that evidently means 'tell me what you want' (while talking on the phone), and then smiles after I tell him, and continues on his merry way, still talking in his cell phone. He is the kind of guy who causes accidents. I'm just waiting to be called as a witness.

However, my Stupidest Person Award for the day goes to the kid in the van who, after I told him to stay on the left and go slow because there was cement on the right, roars down the right side of the road into the cement and THEN decides to move to the left. Great job, champ, you deserve an award. Now go drive into the lake. Your van needs to be washed.

Mark has an interview at NAIT tomorrow for admission, so keep your fingers crossed.

I'm done. Off to Bedfordshire.

All I Want Is Freedom, A World With No More Night

I heart Phantom of the Opera.

I worked today, which was fairly fun. Then, I came home and ate supper, talked to daddy while he ate supper (he was home late), and then I mowed the lawn until Siobhan called. Quite the exciting day. I also took a shower, but I'm sure you all know that I bathe at times.

Really, I have nothing of interest to say. Work is work. I enjoy working a decent amount (certainly not an embarrassing amount, I hope). At least, I hate having nothing to do; therefore work is quite a welcome event with which to occupy my time. Although, on another note, I have been getting quite the influx of junkmail. To what is this attributed? Has everyone noticed an increase in junkmail, or am I just odd?

I went to Mark's on Saturday night after work, which is always enjoyable. But, I feel the need to point out, he did NOT, in fact, let me know that Sense and Sensibility was on the television, and we didn't watch it. Which makes me a very put-off person. Theb, empathize with me here.

But I need to go to bed. Sleep tight!

People are Stupid. The End.

Work was okay, but annoying in some parts today. Like the lady that went through my stop sign, told my foreman I hadn't stopped her, who proceeded to phone me and tell me to do my job. I WAS doing my job. I was standing in the middle of the fricking road wearing a lime green jumpsuit, hard had, and holding a stopsign. Please tell me what part of that was NOT doing my job. Nothing. That's what I thought.

Plus this old guy stopped beside me for no apparent reason (I had the SLOW sign up) just to tell me that I had a crappy job. Thanks. That's nice.

*sigh* Anywho, I'm just sitting here, icing my knee and heating my back. I think I'm falling apart lol. But that's okay. As long as I'm making money while I do it. The goal is to make it through this year without having to take out a loan. We'll see how it goes.

"Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say that there is more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe." - Frank Zappa

Work, work, work.

I work seven days a week. In fact, I'll probably be averaging about 60 hours a week. Crazy. But today was special as it was my first day back at sobeys. But there really isn't much to say about that. I had to stay an hour extra to help close because Tara was ill (has an ulcer or summat), but I didn't really mind. Some guy kept telling me to smile and look how pretty I was when I smiled and Spencer should be around the front of a la carte more because why would he not be when there's a girl as pretty as me there. It was slightly creepy and also very embarrassing as tonight was the first night I've talked to Spencer in my entire life. Some people have too much time on their hands.

You're going to have to forgive me while I get this next bit off my chest. In fact, completely ignore it if you want.

I saw Cody tonight as he was going through the store. Not that he saw me. I, of course, kepts my head down so he wouldn't recognize me. Why do I do that? It's ... vexing because it seems so irrational after the fact. But when I see him I feel like I've been punched in the stomache and it just seems natural to duck. And he looked good. Sometimes, there is the smallest part of me that misses him. Does that make me a terrible girlfriend? I love Mark so much and I wouldn't change a thing for the world, but I can't help how I feel. And God knows I've tried. I just don't know anymore. I don't know myself. I wish it didn't hurt anymore. I wish I wouldn't torture myself with every wrong thing I've ever done. But it does, and I do.

And so it goes.

Sunburn and Freckles

Theb, I hate to tell you but, despite 4 applications of suncreen today, I got burned. Again. I also think that I'm as freckled as it is possible to be, but I'm assured by my parents that there are a few spots left. Huzzah (in the most sarcastic tone possible).

I was also called pudgy by my dad last night. I leaned over to give him a kiss goodnight, and my mum's all "couldn't he have made your shamrock a little more pudgy?" And I'm all "that's how I wanted it", just as my dad's all "there's lots of pudge right here *pinches my lovehandles*" It's always nice to be complimented (more sarcasm). And thank you very much I've lost a few pounds since coming home, so there. Whatever.

I'm tired and will probably be in bed by 8pm. Pathetic.