So I bought 3 backdrops from ebay. I've never had a problem with ebay before,a nd I've bought a LOT of crap from the site. I paid by PayPal like I usually do, but as soon as I clicked "pay" I realized my address hadn't been changed. Oops! I immediately emailed the seller AND sent him an ebay message telling him what happened, and giving him my new address. Not long after, I got a reply saiying "no problem, I'll fix it, thanks for telling me." Four days later I get an email stating the items were picked up before the address could be changed, but that I could call UPS with the tracking number and have it changed. I was a little offset by this since I don't see how they could've been picked up by UPS less than 2 minutes afer I paid for them, and because it took him four days to tell me about it. I called UPS this morning only to find out they'd been delivered AND signed for at my old address by someone who obviously wasn't me. So now I'm pissed. Livid actually. I better not have been just fucked out of my backdrops. I sent him an email explaining my "concerns" and asking him to rectify this as soon as possible. We'll see what happens.

I wan't my fucking backdrops!

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thanks GODS the next 2 weeks wont be 8am shifts anymore.

Today proved rather interesting, as we near closer and closer to not only a full moon, but an eclipse as well. There's been this guy the last few days who follows me. I guess he's about my age, whatever. Today he finally got the nerve to talk...he shouldn't have. I sat on the bench to wait for the train to pull up, and he decides to sit next to me. Fine, free country, public place. Then he gives me "the eyes" and asks, "So, how you doin'?" "I'm alright." "yeah?" "yeah" and I figure this is the end of the thus far enlightening conversation, but this is really where it all takes a fatal turn for the worst. "you're pregnant, huh?" "hah! no" and a look of "oh shit!" crosses his face. Once again, I figure this is where our exhilerating exchange should be allowed to die instead of being scraped along the pavement. However, he persists, "oh, I just had to say that" What!? I love being reminded I'm fat and disporportionate first thing in the morning. Thanks! Luckily, the train saved me, as did the newly battery plugged mp3 player on loan from Chris this morning.
Work itself went alright. I feel slightly guilty that I may have given Justin the plague. I guess that's what happens to people in my general vicinity. Pestilence. I got my training shift for the two weeks prior to flying out to Dallas. I'll be getting home late, but for now I can manage that better than I can manage being up at 4am.
The trains got me home relatively quickly, and I started my walk home since Chris has practice tonight. That's when things get...well, predictable really. Guess who shows up? Yeah....Him. He speedwalks to catch up with me and slows to even my pace. Great...now we play the social game. "So where you go that early in the morning" "work." "wow, I come to work now and leave in the morning." "that's great." Then the slough of usual questions, like a stupid Myspace survey. "So, how old are you? You live around here? You single?" He was disappointed to find out I am not in fact single, and followed with the obligatory, "he better treat you well...if not, you let me know!" Ya, sure, I'll be right on that. pfft!

thank god it's friday!

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