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WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL HERE AT QUARTER AFTER TWELVE AT NIGHT?!!!!!!!!!

Oh, right. Because I'm waiting for my ride. Who's apparently in the warehouse, licking every nook and cranny clean. *eye roll*

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( Thoughts on Lost )

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I'm currently wearing an orange T-shirt, a pair of tight flare jeans, a belt and thick-soled stompin' boots. And it only took me a minute to realize why the outfit looked so damn familiar. Hee. Lost has infiltrated my brain. :)

In other news, finally got "Congratulations, you're a registered voter!" stuff in the mail, or something kind of like it, which came as a huge sigh of relief because I was starting to worry my registration had gotten pitched into the nearest garbage can or something.

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I didn't get a paycheck today, because Bossman never bothered to submit my hours from last week.

RAGE.

"And that, Your Honor, is why the police found the body of a large drunken buffoon in my woodchipper."

EDIT: I'd also like to add that the reason I haven't called his cell phone again after the last time I called it fifteen minutes ago is because he obviously got off work at four and went to a bar, and he sounded fucking wasted. Well, that, and anything I say to him right now isn't going to be the least bit constructive.

If some higher being is trying to frustrate me into quitting, I wouldn't be surprised.

OTHER, LESS ANGRY EDIT: Between the new supervisor and the Town Crier, I'll be getting my paycheck on Saturday. I might not be able to cash it until Monday, but still. *sigh of relief*

That doesn't mean I won't be hanging this over Bossman's head every time I talk to him.

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( A thought on this week's episode of Lost )