ragefilledmuffin

I have tomorrow and Monday off. ORiginally I also had today and Tuesday off but I picked up hours--like Tuesday, I get to be greeter--stand by the door and say hello and goodbye for 8 hours. At least I get to wear normal clothes rather than our normal uniform. I'm gonna be bored out of my skull but I need the money. There was no way 18 hours was gonna be a paycheck. That would be like a tip. I hate it when our hours get cut. Luckily, I am trained on absolutely everything and my manager loves me. So usually, I can scam some extra hours.

I skipped out on a Halloween party last night, mostly cuz I didn't feel like playing referee in my friends drunken love spats. And I worked til 11:30 so getting into costume after work wasn't too appealing. So I hit up a co-workers birthday bash. Drank some Captain and cider and talked to my friends, ran around outside in the cold with Sarah while the smokers smoked. It was pretty low key but I still stayed til almost 3:00.

I made some yummy pasta with pepper-tomato sauce and some cornbread when I got home tonight. I'm still not into meat (damn that burger for scarring me)--I've actually eaten no meat at all for two days now. Dustin swears its psychological and I'm doing it to myself, which may be true, but oh well. Its forcing me to find new things to eat. I like new things. Amy's burritos are delicious, even though they are more expensive than Taco Bell.

Tomorrow is supposed to be bar night but people are slowly backing out So who knows? I could throw together a costume soiree here but I don't know how well that'd go over on 20 hours notice.

I can't wait to pick out new glasses. And get new, scum free contacts. Yay Tuesday.