Tortured Noises

I don't want this to be the summer I wish away. I need to try and enjoy all the good stuff.
Right now I feel like crap.
Some idiot tried to kiss me last night, and grabbed me and pulled me toward the bathroom. JEEZ then there is the guy who wants to buy me lottery tickets and watch while I scratch them. I TOLD HIM I don't play them, nor can I scratch them on duty. .
The Mexican man, who flirts with me, came in and told me off last night, because I complained to management about him.
I told him, " I am here to work, not flirt, if you want to buy something please do, then move on."
I usually have a hard time being that direct.
BUT I am fed up with it. I am a captive audience for 8 hours then I go home, and I wouldn't want to know most of these people outside of work.
Tonight is Friday, I was ready to quit last week.
Lets hope this isn't going to be a repeat performance.
I dread the weekend with increasing fear.
Tomorrow I turn eight... yippee.
Daine made me a birthday card. I suppose that will be about it. I better not tell the dregs of society that it's my birthday, Heaven only knows what they might want to gift me with... I shudder at the thought.
I hope I get two days off next week, I only got one this week, and it just isn't enough to recover.
I smashed the passenger side of my car in.. It isn't too bad, but I felt bad just the same.

Time is Time was, Time is to come.

Tortured Noises

I don't want to make this a "bitch about work" blog.
However, last night surpassed Friday by many points.
I, at least got to meet the police several times, and they do come when you call.
I need to talk to our fearless leader about getting off of Graveyard. I don't want to experience that much humanity in one evening ever again.
It was so bad that several times customers stayed until the alarming people left. It is nice when someone feels uncomfortable for you and stays till they think you are safe.