So this weekend was eventful. I ended up doing more than just sitting around and watching music videos like I always seem to do on my days off. We both went to bed about 5:30 am on Saturday then rolled out of bed around 3-something Sunday. As previously mentioned, headed on over to the William's and Sonoma store, fondled a 200 dollar bottle of balsamic vinegar, even after much protest ("put it down before you drop it!") from other parties involved then ooh-ed and ahh-ed over all the culinary gadgets and doodads that we (I?) aspire to own one day. A good 20 minutes spent staring at salsas, chutneys, fudges, pestos and pastas will make any normal person hungry but to add fuel to the fire, we hadn't ate a thing before we went so needless to say, it was time for some lunch. After much deliberation (and a very long drive to "see where this road leads"), it was decided we'd go to an Italian place that (go figure) I've never been to. We get to the shopping center that the resturant is located in and he notices there is a Cost Plus World Market.

Ooh.

So we go in there and walk up and down each aisle. I hadn't planned on buying anything but all I need to hear are those five magic words and I'm a goner - "Put it in the basket". So I threw in a box of chai concentrate, a Ghiradelli chocolate bar, two bottles of roasted red peppers and a bottle of balsamic vinegar. We head up to the cash register and he finds a tin of ginger Altoids. I love Altoids, I love ginger - of course that had to go in there too. So we head over to the resturant and I have the world's cutest little ravoli's stuffed with spinach and chicken and ricotta cheese and lots and lots of bread and oil. We finish and he calls Friend 1 and Friend 2 (who, for some reason, always seem to be together whenever you call them outside of work) and ask if they wanna get some ice cream. They're at dinner so to kill time, we head back to Cost Plus World Market and proceed to buy some candles, chocolate covered biscuits, chocolate filled wafer rolls and some fruity (literally) magnets for the fridge. That kills a good half hour (I couldn't seem to get out of the whole candle/bedding/assorted boxes department) and we head over to another little shopping mall type gig to meet Friend 1 and Friend 2 for ice cream. We get to little shopping mall type gig and we see Friend 1 standing by a soon-to-be opened Panera Bread, looking at applications. Ooh, two Panera Bread's in one city. Be still my heart. So we head over to the ice cream shop and they take orders from both Jackass and Friend 2 but they totally ignore me and Friend 1. Now mind you, Friend 1 had stated that she was full from dinner and wouldn't be eating any ice cream but she said that outside the store and me and her were both standing there like any other ice cream wanting patrons. But did they ask us what we wanted? Of course not. So I said fuck it and paid for his order and informed everyone I'd go back later and get a pint to bring home. Fine, wonderful, we all sit down and bullshit about the people walking around and Friend 1 decides she wants to look for a man. So we start looking for a guy for her and Friend 2 and Jackass start giving us shit about it. This turns into all four of us walking all over the mall and it's parking lot looking for a guy. Then we head back to a little crosswalk that's above the mall and just start looking for anyone, male, female, old, young and basically, well, talking shit about them. It gets late and it's decided that it's time to go but not before we go get my ice cream. Well, get there and there's a huge line and no one was willing to wait in it with me and they were going to close in 10 anyway so, holding back tears, I say fuck it and we leave. But while I have the ability to hold back tears, I don't have the ability to not make it obvious so the person who always drives (aka him, not me) took me to the ice cream shop closer to our house which was still open and I got a big ol' bucket of sweet cream ice cream, not just a stupid little pint. Yeah. And I don't care what anyone else says, it was totally worth the 15 minute wait in line.

Yeah.

Work is work. It's actually become boring. "All right sir, turn off your computer. Let it sit for 40 seconds. Okay, go ahead and turn it back on. You're able to connect? Wonderful! Thanks so much for calling insert-name-of-super-big-and-evil-corporation-here and have a great evening!". Oh yeah. Weirdness ensues though, as we've been moved from where we used to sit to sit with, yes, his team. That's right. They moved all us little peo- I mean Level One's to sit with the big bad Level Two's. Not just ANY Level Two's but Level Two's on his team. How coincifuckingdental, huh? Eh, I'm not implying there are any conspiracies or anything going on, I just think that that's just what my luck is about. Sure, you think it'd be a good thing and I suppose, to an extent, it is. But it's also causing all sorts of good rumors and whatnot. But that in itself makes work a whole lot less boring, eh?

I was just told that my inability to be nice is "somewhat attractive". The most strangest part is that this person isn't really my friend, it's his. Sometimes I forget how mean, for lack of a better word, I can be. At work now, I sit sandwiched between Lex and this one guy that's on his team. I was talking about something with Lex and this African guy that sits to the right of Lex starts talking to her about there is such room for growth in this place because she had asked how long she'd have to be there before she could apply for supervisor (cause she's fucking insane but that's another story). So I ask him why they're hiring so many new people for entry level positions if there is such room for growth. They're not hiring hundreds upon hundreds of new people just to see them want to move on up the ladder. I was just being logical, not mean. Well, the guy next to me turns around and says "you just tell it like it is, don't you?". "What other way is there?", I replied. I mean, come on. I know everyone there has been sucked under by HR mumbo jumbo and promises of a better tomorrow by their superiors but it all comes down to the fact that none of it's true. Hell, I had three people (my supervisor, another supervisor and the head honcho who sent out the motherfucking email stating that we needed to show up the 4th and the day after) tell me I would be getting holiday pay. Then the other day, I was informed that no, employees who haven't finished their 90 days no longer get holiday pay and eh, everyone either forgot to read the memo or forgot to alert us. Alas, no one knows their head from their ass at the place and you ask one simple question to 5 people and you're gonna sure as fuck get 5 different answers. Needless to say, I've learned not to ask questions. Mind you, if a certain someone didn't work there, I'd be asking em left and right and you sure as hell know they'd be the good ones but eh, I can't play the big bad bitch at work and not worry about how it looks.

Okay, enough ranting about work, now I get to actually go do it.

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