In today's news, I went to work until 7:15. I had my annual review today with Blair (the owner) and Tracey (the head cashier). Blair had only good things to say for once, but all my results were M's. (for satisfactory) Seriously, what the hell do you need to do there to get a fucking pat on the back and a "good job, Tasha." They said I needed to be friendlier to customers and more enthusiastic. Bullshit. I try to have conversations with all of my customers, and I always try to make them laugh. I don't think I could be more enthusiastic without humping their leg or something. So, mostly, it was all bs. Fortunatly, one of the supervisors that they like also got all M's, so I'm in the clear. Also, I got a twenty-five cent raise... woohoo. Finally... nine months late.


Adopt Your Own Emo Kid!
      Whatever. I went to Bluenotes with Kayley and convinced her to get a sweet jacket, which I will end up buying with my sweet-ass new 40% discount... woohoo! Niceness. Then we picked up my contacts finally. Now I can stop looking like a total nerd every day with my... 'nerdglasses.' I finished my toque; it's brown and I crocheted it myslef. I don't know how to spell, but whatever. It's really tight and leaves lovely marks on my forehead whenever I take it off... which is not very often, considering I only finished it like 45 minutes ago, I'm getting these sweet tags made that say 'tashalaughs toques.' Yehaw, then they can be my lame-ass Christmas presents instead of candles. (which I'm allergic to, so think of something else you lamers!) Right, so I just spilled chocolate milk all over myself and on my pants, so now it looks like a) I peed myself, and b) I'm drooling. Lurvely.
music. playing for keeps - switchfoot