Work was alright today. I went to a grass roots meeting. These meetings are held once every year at every store after associates take a survey. I didn’t really have much to say at the meeting. I actually had a hard time hearing because I was late and decided that I should sit at the far end of the table. That was a bad idea, because I probably would have had more to say. I gave a few suggestions, like that if we were to get handheld scanners to get the cordless ones. Not that that much matters to me since I just type in anything I can’t lift, but whatever.
Took a break and went back to layaway. Hung out there for a while. Dean called Kim while I was there, so Kim came in and told me to pick up line four. I did, and we talked for a while. At one point I yelled at Kim (who’s across the hallway from me in the back of the store) that she needed to pick up line four again. She did and I told her that Dean had told me that he could “take me places.” I said this sort of loud. Then we realized that I had said that Dean could take me places. Talked about that kind of loud, only to find our personnel manager, who has sort of hit on Dean in the past and does know him, was sitting right behind me. Hope she didn’t hear that. Heh.
Dean and I ended up doing lunch at Subway where a really, and I mean really, hot guy came in without his shirt on. We were both like drooling. He needed the back door opened to come in for some reason. A chick went back to open the door and just stood there talking to him for like forever. All the time Dean and I are sitting there saying to each other, “let him in the door, bitch!” and other such comments. I looked up and the guy working at the counter, who had no customers and wasn’t that bad looking either, was staring at us. Apparently he figured out what we were talking about. I was really amused. It turned out that this hot guy (did I mention that he was really hot?) was coming to work at the Subway. It was good to see him fill his drink at the fountain, which we were sitting across. Good times. Good times.
Got twenty minutes overtime at work tonight. I tried so hard not to, but I just got nailed at the last second and had to clean up before I could leave. I didn’t even finish the last few pieces of paperwork. I wish management would let me just fucking have the overtime without question. Someone will probably talk to me about it during week seventeen.
I can’t get Greymatter to work. That’s sad, because it’s such a sleek program from what I can tell.
Might not be able to go to the Warped Tour in July. I’m sad just thinking about not being able to make it. I will have to bother the employer.