posted on July 25, 2003 @ 4:49 pm
that is the question.
oh my motherfucking christ. i've been at work for only an hour and i already want to kill myself and all my customers. aw, i just told a lady i could get around her paying again even though she parked in another garage, and she was so nice. she asked for my name. :wipes away a single tear: people like her is why i do my job. ;)
this morning i got up at 11:30, ate some chicken and watched "third rock from the sun" cause it rocks my panties (and they're meshy and plaid ooh. how pseudo-punk of midsection).
i went to the municipal court cause i have to go before the 29th, and i set off the metal detector. one cop sneered and said, "i think it's her," looking at my piercings. i narrowed my eyes at him, and after going through again a lady just ran the hand-held thing over me. it was the gigantic amount of change in my pocket thankyouverymuch: eight quarters, three dimes, three pennies (i love change, especially quarters for yu-gi-oh stickers).
so i look ahead and see an information desk, but there are already people there being helped. as not to wait in a line that would have been unecessary, i asked the cop who made the remark about me setting off the detector, "where do i go if i got a ticket?" he pointed at the information desk and said, "always look directly in front of you."
":scoffs, raising her voice: well i don't know!"
every day should have me yelling at a cop. i just didn't want to waste my time if that's not where i needed to go; there were so many windows and stuff.
so the lady says take a number, and i do. e24. as i walk to the water fountain i check the number now being served: 9. i felt like i was in beetlejuice (remember that scene? ha).
i parked in a 15 minute "customer service" spot on 7th, so i went to move it; austin tows people when it gets bored. i'm contemplating and contemplating and finally decide to go home. i remembered there was a number given for fine amounts; i could risk the post getting it their by tuesday. and if that didn't help i could always get something to read. i did call, however, and it told me to just send the $65 that was printed on the ticket, so i wrote up a check, went to the bank to get my signature notarized, and searched all over south central austin for a postbox that hadn't already been emptied at noon. finally i gave up and just went to the office downtown. now i've got to do defensive driving. wee. i should start on that tonight.
here's an interesting situation: i got an email today from a guy at work stating i was one of the "'cool' ones" [girls] at work and inviting me to a party of his tomorrow night. he sent it to me, layla, steph and another girl, jennie. i think it's hilarious i was included in that lot.
it would be interesting to go since i never go to parties, and he's really cool and not to mention not too shabby looking. he's in love with trent reznor and will be at the modest mouse show tomorrow just to name a couple. i wonder if stephanie will go. if i could get jennifer and stephanie there, i'd imagine i'd feel safe enough. well, that and if i were drunk. says jason, they're "supposed to have at least 3 kegs and lots-o-margaritas." the girls love margaritas according to matthew earl. oh wait, that's wine coolers.
tisk, a perfectly hilarious joke gone un-laughed at. if only jennifer had read that.
dynamite boy's at the back room tonight with cruiserweight and someone else. let's see how social chelsea can be in one weekend: dynamite boy friday, modest mouse/party saturday?
whoa.
i kinda want to try just to see if i'm capable.
"you gotta fight :pounds desk twice: for your right :long pause: to paaaar-tay!" ha
<3, chels.
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