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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

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2003.09.16 7:47 p.m.

another somewhat big day. though not all in positive ways.

i went to work for far far too long. and it was bad again. i think it's just my outlook that's changed. but i want out. but with all i have planned i don't think i can get out. no one else would have me with all the days off i need. sucks. sucks hard.

steve-dave was sick today but i made her come in anyways. she was sad. but at least i wasn't on my own for 3 hours. i think i would have just left too. i hope she's better soon. because then she'll be around lots to harass.

jerry and brad and new-manager-sandra were all hanging around all day. brad showed me pictures of their new store in calgary. and it's soooo nice. there's couches and wooden chairs and tables. classier paintings on the walls and nice colours. they have a whole basement devoted to production, a cake area, ice-cream making areas, food prep, etc. they have vegetarian food options!!!! they have smoothies and cappucinos (wow, how do you spell that?). i'm jealous. i wish that calgary was somewhere i was considering living, as they'd probably hire me to work there. because as brad said, they may have all that stuff, but they don't have me.

they (being the team of people who are trying to re-organize and run this place) fired dave. i'm not thinking about it right now, as i don't know what to think. i'm not sure he was the best kitchen manager, but i really like him a lot. and he was one of the only kitchen boys who didn't really creep me out. i'm just pre-irritated with the new manager. she hasn't done anything terrible yet, but i don't like the look of her, she's weird. she wears sooo much black eyeliner and too much headache-making perfume. and she's a little too comfortable already. and not too friendly.

it was actually a day of firings. trinity-grayce fired valeen and jerry fired the night cleaner, and then got the locks changed an hour later (apparantly it was a messy break up).

i bought jazz shoes today. i found some used ones that were only $15! if you dance you know that's amazing. so i bought some grungy pink slippers too for $5.

and i went to dance. it was good. we're all about the same age. and body type: out of shape. i think i'll start going to the gym to practice up for dance class. i really want to do good. it's fun. i like the steps and the routines. i hate stretches though. i've always been terribly unflexible. the teacher's really nice and cute. the music is terrible. i always turn sooo red while exerting any effort. i'm remembering a lot of why i hated gym class. i hate doing things around people.

i booked my plan ticket muthafucka! i better practice up about not talking about bombs or knives or hijackings or crashes.

i'm wiped out after that class. it's a worthwhile feeling.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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