Saturday, November 5, 2005

Friday, I slept until about 1pm, met Janice, Jillian, Jonathan, Brooke, Grandma, Jamie & Mom out in Milan. It was all good, except that little John John smashed my face with his skull; all in good fun of course. I returned some movies, and headed to Mollie's to say hello, and to rest while my painkiller kicked in. We played a game of clue (Mollie was the killer, and she won the game too), before I left to pick up Mark. On the way to pick up Mark I remembered the dream I'd had earlier, in which Shawn & I ran into each other at a bar, like 10 years from now, and we hadn't spoken to each other in all that time - and we were not happy... it was very dark. And I said to him: "Can we just forget for a little while that you're you, and I'm me - and can we just fuck?" - and we did. Now, this was NOT an erotic dream. It's pretty much the essence of despair, and when I woke up it was just...it was overwhelmingly sad. Remembering the dream in the car, while the sunset, and my painkiller was rushing through me, and listening to fantatasticly trippy music, was surreal.

I picked Mark up from work on time, and we headed home so I could take a nap before going to work at Midnight. Mark kept waking me up, but it wasn't intentional. I got to work early, and the inventory went pretty well I think. I worked from 11:40 or so, to 5:40, without realizing it; I was only scheduled 11-5. We all left together, then I went to Kroger to get some groceries, then came home where I went to sleep.

I feel kind of bad. Someone I work with did something that really pissed me off on Thursday; I almost walked out of work, except that I need the money so I couldn't. I almost called DJ, but it was his birthday & I didn't want to spoil it. And calling anyone higher up would have led to DJ being called, and so that was out of the question. Plus, I didn't want the person fired, so much as given a really strict warning. I decided that I would just talk to the person about it, and I did, and it was taken care of. Except that I got the strong impression that it would most likely happen again. I talked to DJ about it last night, and I told him what I wanted to happen, and DJ seemed extremely shocked that this incident happened - which I thought it was just kind of common knowledge that this sort of thing went on... And Deej seemed to be warming up to firing the person, and I asked him if this was his intent, because I didn't want that, and he said he hadn't decided. If this person is fired, that wasn't my intent. And I feel bad, even though I know that it's not my fault that he pulled that shit. The thing that he did - I don't have a problem with it, except that he did it at work, and if nothing had been said to him, it would have been obvious to anyone who walked in the store what he had been doing. It was just so childish, and irresponsible. And now that I think about it, I'm pissed all over again. It's just something that I should never have to expect at work - and nothing I should ever have to worry about when I'm at work. It's just not cool.

I'm gonna call Mollie in a little while; we're supposed to hang out today and watch massive amounts of tv that Mollie has missed (Nip/Tuck, Drawn Together, Desperate Housewives). It should be fun. Mollie still has a kidney stone though (to the best of my knowledge) so it's possible that she will cancel, and if so then I completely understand. We talked about maybe having Adam & Carrie over too if they were free so we could play the Desperate Housewives game.

   posted by Bald Jason at 02:52 PM
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