Slow Torture...

We heard back from the leasing office for the new place. Bernadette, a tiny, cute, blonde accented girl with a wedding band told us that everything is fine so far, and they are just waiting to hear back from on of our employers. So we'll know for sure Monday or Tuesday.

Not to be an ungrateful jerk, but why do I have to work all fucking weekend not knowing if we're getting the place or not. that is a whole weekend we can't look for an alternative place...when our movers are coming a week from Monday. Couldn't I just have that much less stress to deal with. These last few weeks have been so roller coastery and wierd anyway! It's freaking me out in a horrific fashion!

So here's to a whole weekend of packing, Johnny English fans, and not knowing where I'll be hanging my hat in two weeks. Oh, and free Showtime preview.

Customers on the Rampage: One Woman's Story.

Sadly, a group of people almost ruined a perfectly good night at work. I came in in an excellent mood, especially because I never get to see my Hot Hot Boss anymore but did today. But a bunch of people wanted to see 28 Days Later and didn't have ID. It was pretty stupid, because they were certainly old enough to have ID. Then they got all rude with me and started making a scene. Then they called back and asked for my name...like they're going to complain that I'm following the rules.

It's just so frustrating when I pull myself together to try and do a good job at work and some fuckstick who thinks rules apply to everyone but them has to come along and get an attitude over thier own stupidity. Plus the chick had all this gross chin-stubble. It was making me gag. < / shallow commentary >

I wish I did not work with the public sometimes...