Everyone has the right to spaz every now and then. I hear a lot of the shit goin on. I hear Mom spaz about Dad, I hear Dad spaz on Mom, I hear Dess spaz on Kev, I hear Shanika spaz on Drew...hell, sometimes I even spaz on Corinn and Cookie. Shit happens, people spaz out, start yellin, then shit cools down. Yesterday, I was sitting in the living room watching Mark and Kev fight Tee-Ski and Nevon in No Mercy for the Nintendo 64. Yeah, old school classic shit that evidently to them never gets old. I can relate. Not my cup of tea, but I can still relate.
Anyway, Mom walks by saying "I hope someone fixed Dessa's plate. All the food is gone. Did someone fix it?" Nobody answered. I certainly didn't know, and honestly I didn't think about it. She made spaghetti and meatballs. Dess was at work and was on her way home. It's really not like me to not even think about who didn't eat. I guess it's always because I'm usually under the impression lately that there's enough food for everyone and don't forsee Joe eating over here, Jay eating over here, maybe Nevon or Tee on occasion, so just assume that either someone fixed Dessa's plate, or that there'll be enough food for her to fix it herself when she gets home.
Mom started yelling. "She's the only one who works while the rest of you niggas just sit on your ass all day and she can't even come home to something to eat?" Well, I brushed that off. Assumed that wasn't directed directly towards me, but regardless it triggered some random thoughts. Like for example, she didn't say shit about Dad, who also didn't eat, and he's the one who brings home the bacon anyway. But of course, she doesn't like Dad these days so I guess that'll be the explanation for that.
Tonight, I didn't even expect to see a plate fixed for me when I got home. Is that fucked up that she spazzes the night before on something, but doesn't do anything to prevent it from happening again? Don't get me wrong, I'm not stressin it because if there hadn't been any food when I got home, I wouldn't have starved. Maybe went to bed hungry, but I would've got me something in the morning. Wouldn't have even had a complaint about it, but that's just how it is I guess.
The only one who has the right to complain about not eating is Dad in my eyes. Spends X amount of dollars for groceries a week, and there are days he still has to eat fast food. I hear this from him all the time. I'm finally getting sick of fast food. It's all I eat now. Working in the mall, it's either eat it or starve til I get home...when I'll probably starve anyway or end up eating more fast food. I don't need to gain any more weight. If anything, I want to start eating healthier. Someone told me that if you eat healthy, your cum tastes better. I'm certainly not trying to test this theory out, but if someone wants to be a guinea pig to help me test it, let me know. *Evil grin*
Today at work was kinda fucked up. When I got there, it was just Tara. She was engraving a shit load of flasks. I got there, sold a big ass moby mug, engraved it in like 5 seconds, then had nothing to do until Shanna got there when she asked me to sort the stock room out. So, that's what I did pretty much all day. Label flutes, sort them, make them look as neat as I can, find picture frames that I ain't seen in ages, and other missing things so that we can make room for wedding shipment that's supposed to come in soon.
8 o'clock came and I was about ready to clock out. Shanna asked me if I'd stay a bit longer so she could get a cig break. Of course I'm gonna say "no problem" because that's like my favorite phrase nowadays. When she got back, I called Dess to ask her if she could pick me up, then Dad, who wouldn't pick up his cell phone, so that meant I was gonna public transportation my ass home. This lady comes into the store at about 8:30 and decides she wants to get a graduation diploma holder engraved and was picking it up tonight. We told her it would be ready by close, but she didn't fuckin care.
THEN, Shanna tells me to show this other lady (named Monalisa by the way, which I found interesting) some key chains. Late Mother's Day shopping. Man...she bought a bracelet, 6 vienna key chains, 2 star key chains, and a multicalc pen set, and wanted everything engraved with about $12 of engraving on each item. When I finally finish ringing this lady up, it came up to $299. She paid for it, THEN decides she wants to get the pens in the multi calc pen set engraved. I didn't even charge her for that. I just wanted to start engraving so I could get out of there. That was when Shanna reminded me that the people before key chain lady were coming back to pick up the holder. What I didn't know was that Shanna didn't know how to engrave the holder. She was like "how'd you do that?" Haha. Kinda made me feel a bit good.
I finished the diploma holder, showed it to the lady who was standing there waiting for it, and she told me that it was wrong. SO...I had to engrave the shit OVER. It took me a long time just to get the shit set up, not to mention she had $21 of engraving on the little shit. By the time I finished that, it was 10, and Monalisa was there asking me if I finished her key chains. Bitch, I ain't even START the shits yet. You seen me engraving this chicks fuckin diploma holder. When did I have time to throw your measly ass cheap ass keychains in the machine? OMG I wanted to say that so bad, but the only thing that came out was..."nope" as I turned around, silently engraving the keychains. Shanna takes over the talking a lot. She's professional with it. "We told you that they'd take about an hour, and he just finished that lady's certificate holder because she was here before you. He's just now starting to do the keychains for you". I was hoping that'd be enough so that she would go home and pick them up tomorrow. Heh, I should've known that Monalisa would stay there like an aged painting.
Shanna's fiance Emily came in and helped me with the engraving, thank God. I knocked out the 6 vienna keychains with no problem, and let Emily handle the rest of the order. When I did the last keychain, Shanna let me go with an "I love you Scott!!!" I smiled and yelled it back to her as I left. Monalisa and her band of goons were still in the store, I guess waiting for Emily to finish the pens. She thanked me for all of my help. I just said... "no problem".
I just got home at 12:30. A bit tired. I called Raquel, who was going to bed so we didn't get to talk. I fixed a small plate, heated it up, ate it, came down here, talked to Di (a friend of mine from pokerstars), responded to a message from Tara who evidently loves My Immortal now, checked my CherryTap and E-mail, and now about to go see what Mark's up to. So, just to let you all know, I love y'all. *hugs all around* I'll be in touch.
