I have an icon! Whee!

Look at the icon that dosidella made for me! Hee!

I got whistled at again today, on the way to work. Should I be flattered? Or do most of y'all get whistled at, a lot? I gave the guy a bit of a dirty look, just for the Hell of it, but then I was like "What if he's a nice guy, and doesn't mean to be a perv?" Whatever, I'm too nice for my own good. When your conscience nags you, for your facial responses to cat calls, then you know that's true. Sigh. Dosi's right, I am the diluted water of evil. Heh. Oh well.

I find it humorous that on the first day I use that icon, work actually wasn't bad. Well, hectic and disorganized, totally. But because there were a couple cashiers there who are cool, the fact that the checking of the fitting rooms policies are fucked up didn't matter so much, since they were good about checking them and shit on their own. And I could snark on some customers, but this mother and daughter took all their stuff from the fitting rooms tonight, and put it all back out for me. So they made up for everyone else. I went up and personally thanked them. Because, you know, restored faith in humanity and all that. Oh, and at closing these guys were totally annoying me, because it was like almost twenty after we'd closed and these customers were all trying on coats and stuff, talking to each other and laughing like they had all the time in the world. But then Tehran (a cashier) went up to them, and I didn't hear all that she said, but I did hear "and all the registers are closed." Right, that was totally bullshit, but it got them to leave. Hee! I don't know why, but that amused me. I love her now. Like "get the Hell out."

I worked with Badri today too, who now hugs me, whenever I work with her. Hee. Like, I walk up as I'm starting my shift, and she'll see me and be all "Oooh! Rachael! My baby!" and hug me. She's so cute, with her accent and shit. Every once in a while, communication gets frustrating, because of the second language thing, but she's too sweet to bitch about. And shit always gets done, when I close with her.

It's a good thing too that the day had positives, because it started on the way annoying side. Between my Mom, bitching me out at home, and the random dude from Tools telling me to smile when I got to work, hoo boy. I think when I see that guy again, I'm going to tell him to smile. See how he likes it. Heh, I'm a bitch. But, dude, who likes it when people tell them to smile? It's rude. I'm doing him a service, getting the point across to him. And I'll do it with a smile! How appropriate! Hee.

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I can't even begin to describe how much I love dosidella right now, for the icons she made me last night. This is but one of them. Oompas! Hee! Love it!

I wish I could get fuckin' Jennifer Lopez out of my head, yo. My brain keeps looping "south, south bronx!" in my head. I'm trying to kick it out, with some Ella, but now I just have ole Miss Otis stuck in my head, alongside Jenny from the block, and her "rocks." Poor Miss Otis. That song makes me sad.

You know what I love? Spaghetti and garlic bread. Which is what I'm eating right now. Mmm. My Mom made it less saucy this time. Still good, but I need sauce to dip the bread in! *indignant face* Hee.

I like how I'm all satisfied and productive feeling because I did all of like three or four things today. Read through info on my insurance, called the old doctor's office, called the pharmacy, looked for a new doctor, made an appointment, and requested that day off work (because God forbid I try and do more than two things in one day!). I'm a busy gal, people! I had to sit down and write out what I was going to say to everyone, before I called. Heh, such a weirdo. Hey, at least I made the calls, right? I was going to do laundry today too, and didn't, but hey we'll ignore that.

This Friday, I'm going to be getting a refill of the Effexor (at the same pharmacy too, I don't have to go somewhere else. Score!), covered by insurance again. So, instead of forking out over a hundred dollars? I'll be paying ten. Ten! And, when you add the other prescription to that, instead of two hundred bucks a month? Try twenty. Sweet mother.

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How much do I love that icon? I want to marry it. Dosi, the wind beneath my wings, made it for me, along with the other batch last night. It's from one of my favorite poems. "Bereft" by Robert Frost. Those lines right there are my favorite part of the poem. I told her that, randomly once, like a butt-ass long time ago, and she remembered it and made me an icon with it. How flovely is that? Someone's asking to be stalked for life.

It seems appropriate for this entry too. I wanted to make one, specifically to give hugs to loftyexpert, and not the cheesy bracket kind either, who I thought for some reason I had friended before, but didn't. I figured she just wasn't updating her LJ lately. God, I'm brilliant. So, anyway, I didn't know until just now the kinds of shit that have been going down with you, sweetie. You've been in my thoughts, all night. I already made a comment in your LJ, but, well, like I said, I've been thinking of you. I really hope things start looking up. We're all here for you.

In IM tonight, I told dosi that I'd fly to Pittsburgh and kidnap her, and tie her up in my room, if I had to, to keep her from being able to do that, ever. And, while I can't really fly to Australia and places like that right now (like I have the money to fly anywhere, but we'll keep that on the down low), I'd make that threat to all of you, if I could. And by "threat", I mean, showing up, and hysterically sobbing at you, blathering about how I love you, and bla bla bla I'm here for you-cakes. It's just, I worry about you guys. I wish I had you all nearby, like within driving distance. I said something like this once, in the MI thread at meta, but no one really responded. I'd love if we could all have a sort of contract with each other. Not to do anything to ourselves, as long as we at least all talk and know each other, and are there for each other. I know it's hard to promise forever, but maybe people could at least make a promise like that? Like, as long as I know you, you won't ever attempt anything like that. You'll let me know, if you're thinking about doing it seriously. I care about all of you so much. You all have no idea how I worry. To be honest, this "promise" is still very hard for me to make. Like, I'm all about others making it to me, but I'm all "Uh, can I get back to you on that?" Not because I'm at that point now, but because that's a huge thing to promise, you know? Like, who knows what will happen in the future? But, I think if everyone was in on it together, I could promise to at least tell people if I were feeling that way. So, how about that? To make a promise to at least let people know, if you're thinking of that sort of stuff?