31
year old Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two
cats, loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated
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"the sweet taste of summer -
watermelon" ver. 21
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There are people on
the net that have nothing better to do with their time then be nasty
to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours a day
talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I
say
grow up.
Here's a bit of
info people...the web is a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say
here, or who I am, or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like,
or the color of my hair, or whatever asinine thing you dwell on,
go somewhere else. It's really, really easy. Honest. You just
click the little "x" in the corner of your browser and *poof* the
offending, big, mean and nasty site has disappeared.
I pay for this
site. It's mine. That means I can use it for whatever the hell I
want to. Don't like it if I'm bitching about something in my life?
Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing
my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the
line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live and let live
Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This
journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to
write and express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So
read or don't, it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours)
bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
: : the sweet taste of summer : :
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Friday, August 22, 2008
Eek! I'm on my own as of a few minutes ago. I'm closing by myself for the first time tonight. I got in at 2pm and "A" was here until 3:30pm but she's gone now and I'm manning the store all by my lonesome. Well, I mean, there's some therapists in of course and one of them is the manager of the therapists so it's not like he's not unfamiliar with closing the place down. I closed with one of the other ladies the other night so I've been through the process, I've just never done it myself. It's not hard, it's just more of the, "don't forget all the little details" type worry. Things like unplugging all the massage beds and turning off all the lights - that sort of thing. Not difficult, just a routine you need to get into.
There's only one massage booked so far through close (7pm tonight) so it's going to be a SLOW day. Hopefully, we'll get a walk-in or something but otherwise, I'm just going to be sitting here minding the hours but really, with little to actually do. ("Warm Body in a Chair" syndrome) It's ok, a slow day should be easier in terms of being here by myself. You know how it goes, it's just weird because it's the first time.
In other news, today is my little Gracie cat's birthday! Ok, well technically I have no clue when her birthday is but today is her adoption day and that's close enough so we celebrate her birthday then. We've had the little peep cat for four years which makes her six. Or close enough. Again, hard with a stray to know their exact age, but she was an estimated two years old when we adopted her. I never would have thought that the mangy, half-feral, scared little scruffball would have turned out to be such a complete, sweet and loving kitty. She really is one of the sweetest cats in the world. I'll have to post a picture later since I'm at work and can't right now.
*yawns* Ok, three hours to go. (It's currently 4pm. I've been working on the entry for 20 minutes on-and-off now.) I guess I'll troll the net a bit and try to entertain myself. Maybe more later.
