A produce boy said the funniest thing today. :)

"sorry, i must be boring you, I'm just really tired."

"no,. I'm just enjoying watching you handle your meat."

*eyebrow raised*

"well it's nice for someone else to do it!"




ba dum CHSHHHHH!

in other news:

awww! I miss you guys too!!

Kaitlyn, you're a Timmies Ho???? WHAT? Aw, sweetie!!! the terrible uniforms, and hovering supervisors, and "would y7ou like a donut to makle that a combo?"! I feel a sisterhood with you, the likes of which have never been witnessed before!!!!!

um...jk. but that's still; cool.

and my cell is dead. I can't find the charger. That's why no one can get ahold of me. Once again, I invite myself to be stalked, and shall post my home number on the internet: 741 0176.

Speaking of phone calls!!! Ace and I hung out the other day and he mentioned talkingto the artistic director of Theatre One who's looking for readers for his workshop in July! Ace gave him my name and #, and he gave me a ring!!! (you know, on the tele?; re reading it, it kinda reads like he proposed or something! lol) I'm meeting with him on Friday!!! :D

And finally, today was the dreaded hell day of work from eight in the morning to nine thirty at night. I. Am. Exhausted. However, my syupervisors at Timmies LOVE me! Seriously, they think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread, to get down wit ma Brianna self for a minute. And work at the deli is...fun. There's a hovering produce boy there who gives me smokes and rides home. :) I enjoy him! However, I've decided that if any of you ever enter a grocery store after eight pm ever again for ANYTHING other than to pick me or Barbara up...I'll Kill You. Capiche?

after-eights (as I've begun to call them) are the worst of the worst. They're the cranky customers who are there after work because they couldn't gfet there any earlier, and missed all the bakery staff so they can't order their cake, and what do they do? take it out on the freaking over worked, working alone, BRAND-SPANKING NEW deli girl. BAH. I mean, come on! I sat there from seven, until eight thirty with nothing to do. No customers, no jobs that UI could finish yet, cause they were all closing tasks. not even any meat to fill. I swept and sang opera in a Hindu accent under my breath because there was NOTHING to do. Then I sat there from eight-thirty-two until freaking quarter to doing all the jobs I had to do, until, at fifteen minutes to closing, we had our daily rush of stupid last minute shoppers. I HATE them so much. I always try to start the slicer at eight fifty, JUST to foil their stupid plans! Cause if I clean the slicer...I can't serve any more meat! BO-URNS!

Anyways, I shall take myself and my evil plans elsewhere, and YOU shall comment. ya. that would be fun.