Another week, another lengthy ass entry...like anyone ever has time to go through this...except me.

Okay, semi-badness, mostly anger, and bitchiness.

Monday: suddenly I can't remember. I know I didn't go into work, I was so tired that I slept, did some major housework, and cleaned my room out all day. I took a shower around midnight.

Tuesday: I got into work, I had a feeling something was amiss on my way, and when I get in there, June my asst manager calls me inside and informs me that I lost $148, she lost $115, and my manager lost $91. We should have all been fired excpet for the fact that that it happened to all of us through something, probably the computer error and which remains to be investigated but for now we still have our jobs, albeit on thin threads though. If I had a good mind I would say it was some computer hacker but that kinda stuff only happens in the movies.

Michelle Branch visited the mall played her hit song, "Everywhere", lots of teens, lots of fathers with their teenage daughters, and lots of hippies with their guitars. I didn't know she had that many fans. I get a close-up of her just to aim my camera at the split second she walks away. I am not too happy. Some moments should be kept on film since I am not a big enough fan to keep her in my heart.

June and I go to do our nails. Meet some obnoxious Oriental manicurists who demanded for their money before the job was even done and badly if I may add, and then she drives me home, I stop by and purhcase the new Alanis Morissette CD. I shouldn't have.

Wednesday: The grammies. I sat infront of the TV all damn day. Received a blast from the past phone call from Oby, we talk like strangers, you wouln't believe I lived with her for almost 6 months and she is the person responsible for my supposed British accent. Funny how distance can sometimes mar a friendship.

Saw all the pre-shows, red carper shenanigans of the Grammies, well right up to the point where the only people I wanted to see on the red carpet, BSB appeared when I popped off to give my nieces a shower. What rotten luck I have.

All my people, all except maybe BSB (whom I didn't expect to win) India. Arie, Mary J. Blige and a handful of others, lost. The others, Outkast, Missy, Lady Marmalade all won. It was pretty lack lustre, scandal and speech free. What moved me was...there was no tribute to lost compadres, Aaliyah and the rest who had lost their lives over the past year. Sad!

Thursday: I could go on and on about this day. But I shan't. What shall I say about a day that began in 15 degree weather. I am still bruised and angered by it all. I almost burst into tears at some point. Yes! it was that infuriating, but I decided not to let tears pass through me, as I remembered, it is Lenten time, so temptations and furies shall come our way in this world, it's the way we handle it that matters. This country has strung out the happiness and hope inside me...

The high point of my week, I had a very amusing chat with Kaui in which he still neglected to inquire as to where my accent was from but did mention how intriguing it was to him and several others. Out of everyone who's ever asked me that he's the only person I wished would have. But I saw him listening attentively when his boss did. I still chuckle when I remember our conversation from that day.

Friday: The 1st of March...3 more months before I turn 28. I don't want to think about it right now. So so day. Picked up my check that morning, good round figure, a little less than I expected but I am not complaining, God is good, all the time to me.

I worked with Fred instead of Kaui which I wasn't too happy about it. But he was nice and so chummy surprisingly, perhaps trying to make up for letting me assume they had fired me and I asked to leave before he cut me which was the good thing about it all. As long as I don't work with Mary...I am a happy employee working there, you know.

Managed to sneak in a few tables before work started, and I made $26. It was good. I used it to shop on Saturday. Did a little shopping today though at Papaya, bought some fanciful clingy nightclub tops I was suprised fit me. Hoping that I may lose some weight soon so I can wear them comfortably without my boobs ripping them apart. (speaking of boobs, it's bra shopping time too) Became overwhelmed by the amount of weight I had gained, wondering where the heck it came from...from all those days off, bingeing on icecream and alcohol that's what...Told the owner of the store to think about these 2 digits...XL. It really isn't all that difficult. Now I know why Eddie Bauer is my favourite store, their large is quite baggy on me.

Shopped some more on Saturday morning, bought the rest of the stuff I needed. Still need to get some more new clothes but the money to do that evades me. Found out my cell phone bill is a whopping $100, I needed some new clothes cos the old ones are a tad bit too small now, and I need to dress more maturedly since one would ne turning 28 soon. Overall....I am broke, angry...and tired of typing this shit.

PS. Yahoo says it will no longer support my FTP service unless I pay for it. Now who would want to do a stupid thing like that. So I shall be back on blogger.com domain soon, I can't afford to pay my cell phone bill let alone...you know.

Saturday/Sunday: I am angry, I am angry, I am angry, so everyone just back the fuck off me right now. Elizabeth comes to advise me to stop annoying people in "high places". who are these people, my shift manager who gossips about every single person in there. It is all so ridiculous, I conteplate once again in about the fiftieth time quitting the dumb ass job,only I do not have another one, if I did, a better one at that, one that pays me and respects me and where I can mingle heads with intellectuals I would leave this job in a heartbeat...Kaui or no Kaui, paycheck or not. I am sick of the whole thing...the other day I couldn't even remember what an equitable right meant...where has my brain gone to...it has been sucked in by burgers and fries and gossip mongering baby mama's.

I am so angry and disappointed in myself and my education that it is not even funny anymore...not at all.

I called Julie to fix a date to meet up with her...another disappointing conversation there.

I am hopeful for this week, perhaps my ship may come in, tugging my dream with it.