Dance Dance Social Uprising

Argh. Tuesday *sucked*. I developed this MASSIVE headache fairly soon after going in. I'm not sure from what - stress, frustration, tiredness, you name it. Probably a combination of all three. So that's fun.

The new manager, Adam, was working. When I got there, things were fairly chaotic. There was 1 fountain, 1 cook, and two carhops. Yes - he had, in fact, cut a fountain and a cook early. They said it was really slow, but that still seems excessive. I walked through doing the deposit with him, but he knows how to do it already. So it was a typical Tuesday night - people going apeshit because burgers are half price, and Dave going apeshit because, well, he is apeshit. So I did 8 o'clock temps, and the ice cream cabinet was hot, like it had been a while back. I told him about it, but didn't think much of it, since it was doing that a while back. He freaked out, and started yelling at me, because apparently a previous crew - I hadn't worked since Sunday - had hooked up some ice cream and changed the settings on the left side. And he really, really ripped into me. Then he stayed and cleaned it out, and finally left. Things went okay after that, except I occasionally had trouble focusing and/or seeing straight because of the incredible pain I was in.

Wednesday morning, Javi called me and asked me if I could come in for Adam, who called in because of the rain (apparently some street he needed to cross was flooded or he was sick or something). I told him I could come in after class, and I did. My headache was still there, and I just felt dead. Not literally, of course. Things went fairly okay unti it was time to count my carhops down. Allison came up forty dollars short, and Erica, fifty. They're both fairly experienced carhops, and there's no way they lost that money. So that sucked. I stayed and counted everything like three times to make sure, which meant I didn't leave until after 7. I was almost home when Lilie called; we talked, and something reminded me that I still had the deposit with me - I was almost home. So I had to drive all the way back into town to turn it in, then I went to check the bridge at Lime Kiln for her. There was still some water, but not enough to cause anybody any problems. I called her to tell her that, but didn't get an answer. Come to think of it, I still haven't talked to her to let her know.

Played some DDR Wednesday after Fine Arts (got a 97 on the test, by the way). I did a couple random courses, and some with the guys. My final course was Exotic Ethnic, Rhythm & Police, and Healing Vision (Angelic Mix). I max'ed Exotic Ethnic and Rhythm & Police, and was short 5 on Healing Vision (Angelic Mix). So that was fun. Ran into Nick and Rem on my way out, and they invited me to some Halo 2 after the meeting last night. I ended up not going, though. Suzie IM'ed me this morning at some odd hours. I was falling in and out of sleep, though, so we didn't really have any conversation. Speaking of which, I got an email from Chelsea (the Chelsea) this morning; it was an E-Card for my birthday. I was proud of myself - I didn't break down or anything. Mom keeps asking me what I want for my birthday and where we're going for dinner tonight, neither of which I know the answer to.

Well, I've told them I want a megaphone, but I don't think they'll get me one. Most people agree in the assessment that I'm one of the last people on Earth that needs a megaphone. So we'll see. I mean, there's plenty of things I want for my birthday - I want a true relationship with Lilie, I want Dave to die, I want to hurry up and graduate and get a real job, I want a chance to go back and redo a number of things in my past, etc. It's just, none of those things you can really give someone. Shelley and I are opening, and I'm picking her up on my way in, and I'm heading in early, so I have to wrap this up fairly soon.

Oh!! I was IM'ed by someone named 'Vi' who apparently reads this and has had some insightful advice concerning Lilie. Which is cool. It's still kind of weird to realize people read what's going on in my life.And both my student loan people and Defensive Driving.com have wished me a happy birthday. That's just wrong, on so many levels.