Assorted Thoughts

OK you guys. brace yourselves. this is probably gonna get long and involved. here is my story of today:
i came home from school, all happy that i could get on the computer and not have to sit in a classroom bored out of my mind anymore. then me mam told me work called, so i listened to the answering machine. it was work saying "you were supposed to be here at 3:30. why aren't you?" so i kinda exploded a little, because i just called LAST NIGHT and they said i wasn't even on the schedule this week at all. note to self: kill dena. moving right along, my pissed-off-ness grew, because i was supposed to have a badminton practice today and now i can't go, or even tell them i can't go. super gayness. so i got to work and one of the first things i did was tell my boss that i quit. and she was all nice about it and everything. she said i could come back in the summer to work if i wanted to (to which i replied, "i'll keep that in mind...." vagueness is my weapon). she even gave me a hug, which was uncharacteristically nice of her, and kinda scary. i kinda wish she hadn't, too, because then i almost started crying right there at work, like in front of customers and stuff. i'm weird like that.
so anyway, to the point: i have given my two weeks notice and then i will be free from it all forever. except that i also have two other shifts this week. (one of them happens to be 9 and a half hours long. isn't there some kind of law against that? there should be.) but yeah, hurrah. i shouldn't have to be finding out my hours the day before i'm supposed to work anyway. that's cruelty to anmals.
ok, so it wasn't as long as i thot it was gonna be. i was sorta stewing for a while at work, so i guess it seemed longer in my head. but i have posted now and i declare that da, tas and bev should as well. the fiends.
ramblously yours,
ms. not 86%
(aka lo man. don't ask what that means. only the brains of ste and da can figure that one out)