Ba Da Da Da DAAA!

I have a small problem. For some reason I think that if I keep staying up late and doing things at night, time stops and tomorrow won't come because I don't want it to. Not just tomorrow, but every day that I have to work. Because, you see, if I don't go to sleep then I won't have to get up and get ready to go. I am working at MickyD's and I freakin HATE!!!, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE the stupid outfit I have to wear. HATE IT! I need a xanax just typing about it. Seriously, my heart rate goes up and I start to hyperventilate. (huge sigh) I never thought I would be excited to wear a manager outfit from McDonald's, but I can't wait! To give you an idea of what I am up against; I was getting dressed the other day and Ben goes "Are those your ski pants?", and on a different day Blake said, "Woah, those pants make you legs look all poofy." I don't even want to start on the visor. Kill me.

I got more info on the job. It isn't full time. Phew! And I will get benefits. And there was some talk of vacay hours, as I mentioned. (I called the dude on the phone, so I could stop with my mini freak out.) I feel much better about it, though. I don't know why it's so hard to offer a part time job with full benefits, and no restrictions on how much time you take off. Jeez!

The afternoon started off with a delish lunch at the elementary school with Griff, Blake, Brittni, and Caleb. I remember lunch being the best part of the day at NPE, (occasionally going back for seconds) but nowadays, it sucks. No wonder they are both starving when they get home. I had to go to Sam's later, and wanted to get something else to eat, just so I wouldn't feel like I wasted my lunch on something gross, but Brittni convinced me I had probably eaten my allotted lunch calories picking at the crap on the red tray in front of me.

Also, I have come to the realization that I am the only person who knows how to drive. I hate when people think they are doing a favor by stopping traffic so someone can turn in front of them, or waving someone ahead at a 4 way stop, like they have just done society a favor. Just effing drive already. The right way.

I can't believe I am typing this, but........I got a job at McDonald's. That's right, McDonald's. Being a manager. I think I am having second thoughts, but I don't know. In my first interview, the dude said 25-30 hours a week , but I had another interview and that lady said full time. FULL TIME????? I don't want to work full time. IDK what to do. It's making me crazy! I have orientation on Thursday, and I guess I'll get all my questions answered there. Like what my hours would be, and she said "you start off with 1 week paid vacation" and that's great and everything, but does that mean you only get 1 week of vacay? Do you have to use only accrued vacay hours? This might be more than I can handle. I guess I'll see Thursday! Plus, I have to wear a shirt and a tie. And black "polishable" shoes. :(

I slept on the wrong number a few nights ago, and I am totally jacked up. I can hardly move. I usually go for 30-35, but I woke up and was on 40. Major pain people.

My sister Brittni and I went to Body Worlds and it was pretty cool. We waited in line for 2 hours, which I don't understand, because you have to have tickets and the ticket has a time on it. The baby part was what I remember the most. And the camel. (watch out, they spit :)) And when it showed the damage smoking does to your body. I would like to take Griff to it, but I don't know about Blake. I would recommend it to anyone, but give yourself a lot of time for the line. They said that since the exhibit is leaving in a couple weeks, it would be crowded. I got in a little tiff with the parking lot money taker guy. I guess that's where they keep the douche bags, underground in a box.

I guess it's back to normal life on Monday. The break has been really nice and relaxing. I didn't make any resolutions for New Year's. I don't hold myself accountable to myself, so I suck as my own boss.