I know I've said it before, but really why do illiterate people come into the bookstore? If someone can't read a sign, what business do they have buying books?
Why do people gotta mess with my bargain section? Okay I know it's v. OCD of me, but can't you just put things back where I had them? It would make me a lot less cranky.
Sir I-can't-make-a-proper-schedule-to-save-my-life has again screwed me with hours. . .how hard is it to understand. I can work any time on Sundays, Fridays, and Saturdays, only until 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays. Only until 6 on Thursdays( bcz of Kickball)and I have to work early on Tuesdays because of story time. That does not mean give me off on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Honestly.
I walked a mile today. . . .voluntarily. We had a mini Idol party at my Godmother's house, so I walked there bcz the sister and the mooma were driving there after dadoo's softball game. I put on my Pod grabbed my phone and walked a mile. Then I vegged on the couch for an hour eating popcorn. Fun.
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