Karadur Inacu  (karadur) wrote,
Karadur Inacu 

I Can Mention These Publicly

Evidently I went to bed in quite a hurry last night. By the time I finished sorting through the website mentioned to pick out everything that I wanted to buy, it was nearly 7, and I was quite tired, so I closed my laptop and laid down immediately after verifying that the payment had been sent with Paypal. It wasn't until a couple hours after that when I woke up again that I saw an email from them, as well as one from the international checkout site saying my account had been created successfully, but yes, now I remember that I spent ~$150 yesterday, and thus have even less than before. It was worth it though, as I'd have needed to pay for the things I bought eventually, and I figure it's better to have done so now. Of course, I can't say what most of the stuff I bought is, but I see no issue with at least specifying that I bought two packages of Kitty Bubbles for the cats, and one of these statues for myself, because it is really quite personally relevant. Not so much in terms of religion, of course, but it is me in at least two other ways. At any rate, that might be wrapped up for Christmas as well, but maybe not all the same, and as for the rest of the stuff, I still haven't even received an order confirmation email, but maybe that's because today is a holiday.

I don't have a whole lot else to mention about things to come just yet though. I expect work tonight to be a nice, easy (and cool) ending to this weekend, to be followed by going to 7-11 for the snacks I didn't get yesterday (I couldn't wait), and then playing more Wii games at home, but I think I'd be equally content staying home tonight, even if it meant not earning holiday pay. As it has actually been nice and cool since yesterday evening, I had a remarkably nice sleep, and to that end, woke up feeling refreshed and ready to go. I obviously don't feel as energetic now, but there are still things that I'd love to have the night off to do - put my air conditioner away, hopefully for the really final time this year, clean up my room since it's become a mess again, put the mattress cover back on my mattress, vacuum the floor, talk to Mom and Dad about college courses if they haven't called it a night yet, go out to 7-11, and come back home for a night of nothing but game playing and other such leisure activities. Alas, I can only hope I'm able to maintain this state of mind regardless of how busy work is, or how much dishes and other closing duties are stacked against us, because I do have tomorrow off, and if I still feel the same way then, I'll at least walk up to work for my pay stub. Thanks to recent purchases and money-lending, I may have to lower my amount to stay above to $700 instead, but that's still preferable, provided Mom, Dad, and Trish's gifts don't cost too much. Preferable, that is, if I didn't just open TextEdit to figure out my budget for the next couple months. All major expenses considered, I won't be back to a comfortable amount again until the second pay of December, but I've also budgeted $50 for snacks on each and every pay, which will most likely be lowered to $20 or so. I think I'll actually spend the rest of my time before work making up a more official version of that with Google Docs, but first, I still remember a dream I had last night that was satisfying enough to want to write about.

I was at work, on drive through, during the day, strangely enough. A customer pulled up and placed a fairly large order, except they were ordering a song instead of food, which was the strange part. Thus, it was a really long, complicated song, and once I'd finished ringing it in (yes, I know, but bear with me), I walked down to line to see how much of it was ready, and found Laura (I think) steaming, but the other person, who I'm pretty sure was Chris, just standing there looking like he was waiting for somebody to tell him to get back to work, so he could tell them off. I did just that, noting that playing the song (as opposed to making the order) was a group effort, and that it was extremely unbecoming of him to just stand there while everybody else was working hard. The expression on his face gradually changed from defiance to one of humility, and he uttered a brief but honestly apologetic "Okay" before walking down to drive through to wash his hands. Not being satisfied with leaving that as it was, when he came back, I bade him a curt "Thank you", and that was the end of the dream. I suspect that happened because of work last night, where Trevor and Rebekah were doing the same - there were absolutely no customers, and the rest of the prep work and such had been done, so she went up front to make herself something to eat (meanwhile I was at the back washing dishes), and out of curiosity, I walked up there shortly after her, to see both of them just standing there talking. After a moment, I told them I would go back and ask Laura about scrubbing the floors right then, since it wasn't busy and they weren't doing anything productive, and they didn't object, but it felt good. I think there's this assumption that because we don't follow the rules exactly on closes, we'll allow any staff whose shifts overlap with ours to do whatever they wish, when that is not the case. I now have that spreadsheet to work on though, so I'd just better be able to finish it before leaving for work~

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