We gonna sip Bacardi like it's your Birthday

[rachg82]

The benadryl I took a while ago (trying to force my nocturnal ass to get to bed earlier) is kicking my ass right now, so I can't write much of an epic entry, like usual. But I wanted to make sure I wished eternaltimtams a fantabulous 24th Birthday, before it was too embarassingly late. I'd eat a tim-tam in your honor, but we don't have them here. Not fair.

I hope your Birthday was wonderful, timmy. You're a great friend, and you deserve it.

Rather than try to write an in-depth entry right now (just to start nodding off, half-way through), I'll do a cliff's notes update. And then elaborate on the points, later. Sound good?

-Mom's voice is hoarse, from screaming to herself, the last few days. Her main origins of RAGE! have been Corinne, doctors, and Joe.

-Joe and her are in a huge fight. Joe has currently locked himself into Corinne's old room.

-Joe is an asshole. (heh, like "newsflash." Except not.) And not only because he left her at the ER last night (more details to come), but that helps.

-Mom got treated very poorly at the ER last night, and at another hospital today. She went because she was feeling so bad yesterday and wasn't getting any answers from anyone. She thought her doctor would admit her, so they could figure it all out and make sure she's okay, but it didn't work out. Last night was a lost cause, so she went to a different place today, and the doctor was a total bastard to her, telling her she was imagining everything because she has manic depression.

-Mom wants to sue the world now. Like, really. Mom vs. Mankind. It reminds me of Andy Kaufman.

-The doctor Mom wanted me to see wasn't covered by my insurance. I thought she might try and push me to see her anyway, but she didn't. She does want me to see my old doctor (the one I saw for the social anxiety) though. I told her okay.

-Even though I had such a difficult night at school on Tuesday, panic-wise, and had so many upsetting things going on this week, I did okay at work yesterday and today.

-This cashier who always calls me Rebecca instead of Rachael got fired, because she had four complaints made about her by customers in a short period of time. A customer asked her opinion about a shirt, and she actually replied by saying "Big women shouldn't wear shirts like that." Tactful! Heh.

-I shared other gossip with a coworker tonight, too, about Ms. Whatever. I'm not the only one who has been rubbed the wrong way by her, and she told me she'd complained to managers before. Well!

-I got so soaked yesterday, on the way to work, it was just ridiculous. Someday I'll learn to remember an umbrella.

-I was about to give a cliff's notes version of another thing that happenned, too, but I just remembered I wrote about that very event in an email yesterday. So I'll copy and paste, like the lazy (but ingenuitive!) person I am.

"Did you know I shit away fifty dollars, tonight? Someone really needs to smack me, because it was such an idiotic thing to do. Remember how I said these guys tried to get me to vote for something, the other night at PCC? And how he was all complimenting me on my "gorgeous" eyes? Heh. Right. Well, at the mall tonight, another guy approached me for the same purpose! (and there was a girl nearby, trying to get people to vote for her, as well) They must've taught the kids to flirt, because the guy was all smooth with the lines, and flattery. He had ready-made lines to use on me for things, and they rhymed, dude. He was so very prepared. Heh. I actually admired it. I didn't realize at first that he was going to try to get money out of me, either. You know what that is? Baiting and hooking, yo. I'm like a fucking fish, all "Oh, what's that? A tasty worm? Don't mind if I dooo--ouch!"

All these kids say they're from a communications class, and approaching people to vote for them is part of them overcoming fears of public speaking (although he said he didn't even have any), and that whoever wins the most "votes" (I should've realized it had nothing to do with voting for anything) gets a free week-long trip for two to Acapulco. And smooth talker was all "You ever been? You got problems with short, blue eyed white guys? We could go! See this, that says I'm number one right now." Hell, I'd room with Saddam Hussein, if it involved a free trip somewhere. Hee. Not that I think this guy would actually really bring me, but you get the point. And then he was like "If I don't get number one, but I get this many? Do you know what that means? It means you win me for a day, as your slave. Homework, massage, cleaning, redoing the sheets for when your boyfriend comes home. . .but you don't have a boyfriend, so we won't need to worry about that." Heh. Fucking smooth-ass bastard.

And he was all mentioning my eyes (seriously, do they teach the kids to compliment the eyes in their sales pitch, or what?), and saying "No, you're beautiful. You don't have a boyfriend? You must get hit on all the time. Don't you? Yeah, look at you, you know you do." Dammit, I'm starved for ego-pettage here, I can't withstand such an assault.

So when he was like "But, in order to win, I need people to order subscriptions to these magazines. Yeah, I know, but they're at student-reduced fees! And we can only allow you to buy a certain amount, so we won't put you on food stamps." I was like "Okay, maybe one." But then he was like "Oh, but dude, I got stuck having to get groups of four subscriptions, so if you could get two, then I could combine yours with this other girls', for the day." And he was all slick and pursuasive! I didn't want to say yes, but somehow yes came out of my mouth. I have tourettes syndrome, I'm telling you.

Now, the first subscription (Discover magazine), I actually wouldn't regret signing up for. I like reading that kind of magazine. But Movieline? I don't want a year's subscription to Movieline! I wanted Entertainment Weekly! What is wrong with me!

Heh. God, I'm so pissed at myself. Fifty dollars! Basically because he fluttered his eyelashes at me, and told me I was purty. I am straight up SAD, yo. I'm going to just have to pretend I spent that money on something else, and suppress that memory. Push it down deep in my subconscious, where all my other dumb moves are.

And, you know, I'm usually good at telling people no, and not giving in to scammers and salespeople. Tsk tsk."

I still can't get over the fact that I did that.

You know what's funnier than that, though? Another guy approached me today, for the same thing. I told him he was the third guy to bug me, and he said there were a hundred of them around the city, participating in this contest. Interesting.

-Saw lovah tonight. But, alas, he did not close.

-Lots of sales this weekend at work. It's been very busy.

-My feet hurt.

-I wish my Mom didn't talk to herself. Or I wish she'd do it quieter, at least. It's two in the morning, for God's sake! Shut it!

-I work again tomorrow. Did I mention my feet hurt?

-I have two tests coming up this week, and am way behind on my reading. The first test is really a quiz, and it's on geography, so I don't need to catch up on reading for it. But I do need to be caught up for the test in Women's Studies, on Thursday.

-Today is my Stepbrother's birthday. He's 20 now, and I haven't seen him or talked to him since I was eleven or so. Crazy.

And, uh, yeah. Good enough for now. Except for the Picture of the Day. Although I missed yesterday's, so I'll post both. Two for the price of one! Aren't you all lucky?

April 26th. And April 27th.

Comments

[eternaltimtams.livejournal.com]

I was just about to make a post asking where you were.

Your stepfather sucks. You don't leave people at the ER unless there's a good reason.
Same to the doctors who were rude to your mom. Erm, people with mental illnesses do get other problems, you know. It's not all in your head. Dumbass doctors.

Oooh, I like the picture of the day for my birthday. And thanks for the birthday wishes :).

Big big hugs to you and your mom.

[jasminelily.livejournal.com]

Hee. Your cliff notes entries are like other people's longest entries ever. I say this with love, though, honey, with love!

Good luck on the mom front, really. Maybe you should start checking craigslist for listings for shared houses or something in Portland? See if you can find something cheap so that you can get out of there?