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Woke up with a confusion as to what day it was: is it Thursday or Friday?

Thankfully, this mystery has been solved.

Picked up my schedule for next week at work yesterday.  I’m full time, woo!!  38 hours, most of the days starting at 6 or 4 a.m.  This doesn’t bother me a bit, EXCEPT that one of the 4 a.m. shifts is immediately after a closing until 10 p.m. shift.  I shall point this out to them when I go back on Saturday, and see if the really hate me, or just didn’t notice.  But I’ll be working with Ted and Yancey, two of my favoritest coworkers, and a lot of the hours will be when we’re closed, so no customers!  I’ll also be quite busy with freight and other stuff, so I’ll definitely get more exercise this way, too.  I’m just confused, as the lady who’s spot I’m taking is only working the days that I’m off, so…. who’s gunna train me, yo?

My tummy hurts.

I thanked the store manager for the promotion, and he thanked me for my hard work in response.  He also said that as much as he loves the person who’s spot I’m taking, that he knows that most people can do her job in less than half the time it takes her, so to keep that in mind when she’s training me.

And I have a desk now!  And the back room will be known as Aubrey’s Dungeon!  And now I get to be the one that bitches royally when people ditch things on the back desk!  And I get keys to the back lock up!

Capt. Kirk said that he is interested in getting me more money, but has no idea how much yet, as he hasn’t had a chance to look at my file to see what I make now and what they’ll be willing to give me.  I am HOPING for maybe $1 more an hour, but…. yeah.  I think that’s a bit high of a request for retail.

Something I left out of my post yesterday…

My work pants are old, and I HATE shopping, so I’ve been putting off buying pants until the last possible second.

Welp, the inside left seam of my pants tore a bit during work, but not enough to embarass.  It WAS enough, however, for my thighs to rub against each other and chafe.  (Sexy mental impression, I know.)

Fast forward a few hours of this happening around work, and then a half hour walk home in VERY hot and QUITE humid weather.. the pants stuck to my sweaty legs, resulting in quite a .. rub wound when I got home.  I didn’t think it was that bad, but didn’t like the pain of the wound against fabric, so I put a non adhesive pad on it and went about my way.

When I was getting ready for bed last night, I realized that the nonstick pad had most certainly stuck to the wound.  In fact, something quite undelicious had soaked quite through the pad, adhering it completely.  (Not blood.)  I pulled it off…. oh my GAW, the PAIN.  I was in the upstairs bathroom panting, with the wound weeping down my leg.  How on earth would I get my pants back on?  Oy.

To make a short story long, I had to put another pad on to sleep in, and removed it again this morning so that the still weeping wound can get some air.  I’m wearing shorts (something I never do) and walking around the house like a sumo wrestler to prevent my thighs from touching.

It’s really meaty.  And really disgusting.  But kinda cool.

Anyhoo.

After making this post yesterday about where else on the interwebs you can find me, I also started a…

FACEBOOK.
GREATESTJOURNAL.
DIARYLAND.
BLOGSPOT.

Again, to find out where else on the webs you can find me, check out yesterday’s post and add me to your netflixes and your neopets and your miscellaneouseses.

Ohmygaw.  How hilarious is this?

My old website is still up!  I apologize for the absolutely HORRID site.  I obviously know zilch about html.

Apparently, my brother’s is still up, too.

I totally forgot about those things, I did!  I also forgot about drunkenly kissing a random gay guy, in a picture found SOMEwhere on those sites.  Tee hee.

Reminds me: Pride is coming up.  So far, I have made it a habit to go every other year, which makes it this year the year to go.  Anyone wanna?

Home from work and thankfully I have finally stopped dripping sweat from my walk home.  It feels like armpit outside, causing me to daydream about winter.  Or maybe autumn with its fantastic smells?  Aw, yesh.

Le sigh.

This also marks the beginning of my (unasked for) five day weekend.  Huzzah.  Maybe I’ll get some organizing done?  Mayhaps.  I really need to pick up that guitar, too.  And drop off the rent check.  Beyond that?  ANYONE’S GUESS!  I’m such a maverick.  Off the handle I go!  Carazay.

I have realized I’ve slowly been turning into a hippiesque person - I recycle much more, I try my bestest to use products not used on animals, I don’t eat meat, I eat little dairy.

I have an angry hangnail.

Bacci has started playing fetch again, which is amusing… for the first five hundred minutes.  She’s quite patient at times: I’ve had her drop her ball on my keyboard when I don’t pay attention.  I also felt her staring at me last night and looked over… and there she sat on the floor staring at me, ball in her mouth.

Oh how I love watching Dirty Jobs.

I also find it amusing that I still have my deadjournal.
I also have a Vox account.
I also have my LiveJournal.
I also have My MySpace.
I also have My musician page on MySpace.
I also have a Twitter account!
I also have a Flickr account!
I also have a Deviant Art account!
I also have an InsaneJournal!

Anything else I should get that I’m currently missing?

Methinks I shall crosspost this in most of those places so that you all may find me.