Randomness...

I can admit that I didn't learn how to do the bus stop until I was in the ninth grade, but that's not my fault!

How come when black people find out that you have a job that sells some kind of "service/product", that they want a discount...Or better yet, something free? It never ceases to amaze me that when someone finds out that I work in a movie theatre, their next question, I PROMISE YOU, will be, "can you get me some free movie passes". I think that if I was able to even get passes, because I can't, I still wouldn't give them out...I mean, I can see a movie for free, I can bring friends to see a movie for free, but I do not get movie passes or even free concession food.

I once again had the opportunity to stay and help out tonight because they were short like 3 people, with 3 people to train. But when I saw the whiny bitch, I said that's ok, I don't need to create a situation, because my mere presence probably would have just provoked him to start another episode of ::dundundun:: The Grand Dramatics. Oh well. He will be OKAY.

Not much else is going on, I start summer classes in less than 2 weeks, and I can't wait, it'll give me an excuse not to be home around my mother who's turning into a lush.

My mom tells me the other day that she wants to quit her job, and knowing her, she might just do it. But then again, it could've been the alcohol talking...She's been drinking A LOT lately, I came home and she was drinking red wine or something like that, last week, everyday that she came home from work, she had herself a nice apple martini, now I've known my mom to smoke under pressure, and I don't mean cancer sticks, but now it seems she's replaced the illegal substances with the bottle. Hopefully whatever phase she's going through will pass, I blame it on pre-menopause...kidding. She also told me that when Dolly comes down for Whitney's graduation, I DON'T even have to speak to her...but then again...again, it might be the alcohol talking.