Dream as if you'll live forever

So another woman I work with found out about the two girls who are making nearly one dollar more than everyone else and she's pissed. We both know that our boss isn't in charge of paying us, but also feel like if we go over her head and straight to the person in charge, she'd be pissed...and she's really not a good person to piss off. So we both decided to wait until we can talk to her. I'm a little hesitant to do it this way, only because it is extremely difficult to actually talk to her, but I think it's the best way to go about fixing this situation. If she's pissed at you, she'll make your life a living hell.

My mom saw a pair of shoes at a garage sale the other day. They'd never been worn. Apparently the people who bought them (online) bought the wrong size and instead of returning them and getting a different pair because they didn't want to go through the hassle of online returns. So, my mother bought a pair of $115 Josef Seibel Women's Cybill Mule Shoes (I've never heard of them, but I gogoled them and found them) for $10.00. They're sweet, too. When I wear them, I'm 5'3"!!! Woot.

They look like this:



I'm really looking forward to slightly warmer weather so I can actually wear them. The windchill tonight is supposed to dip below 0, so my feet would freeze if I wore them now  :(

I had midterms last week. As of right now, I have 3 As, a C+, and a C. This is baaaaaad. I need to pull those two grades up to at least Bs. My GPA right now is a 3.9 so I do have a little room to play with, but I'd like to keep it up there just because it makes me feel good. I'm not too nervous about my Advertising one (the one I got a C in) because he usually curves the final grades like mad. Plus, he only put in the actual midterm grade, so I have all my attendance/homework credits, too. My World of Drama one (C+) shouldn't be too hard. I kinda bombed the midterm. We read several plays and on the midterm he gave us about 10 quotes. We had to identify the speaker, who the speaker was talking to, the play, and the author of the play. I was fine with the speaker, play, and author, but I know I missed several of the partts where I had to list who the speaker was talking to. Plus, I know I mixed up Aristophanes and Euripidies or something like that because I'm an idiot. I hate this class. It's uber boring and completely pointless. I just needed a lit class and it was either this one or a poetry one on Friday nights. I didn't want to have to come in on Fridays just to spend three hours in a poetry class, so this was the only one that would fit.

I just hope I can pull them up. I know it won't pull my GPA down below a 3.5...it won't even come close, but I like that I have room to play with. I just have a few scholarships that are riding on my keeping it at or above 3.5.

So we got a new assistant supervisor a few weeks ago. My boss, G, obviously can't work twelve hours every single day, so we've been desperately searching for some help. Finally, T. arrived. She's absolutely fantastic. G.'s still the head supervisor, but T.'s got some power, too, which is nice. It means that on Tuesday nights, while there are actually five people on the schedule (not including T.), it won't be just me and one other woman doing all the work. T.'s actually making people get up off their fat asses and do their jobs!!! She was in tonight, as was crazy creepy lady. Stupid bitch came in complaining. She hadn't even walked into the room and she was telling us how horrible her Christmas had been and how much she was annoyed with her kid for whining (while the kid was right there of course) and how much she really didn't want to come in to work, etc. etc. etc. After about twenty minutes of non-stop complaining, she went into the bathroom. T looks at me and smiles mischievously and says, "Do you think I'd get in trouble if I just locked her in there?" It was hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing. Crazy creepy lady came out and we stopped immediately, but she was kind of suspicious that she had missed something. She didn't say anything though :)

Oh, and this kid David, who's 19 months, is absolutely the most adorable kid I've ever known. He's alway so happy and he's hilarious. Every time a kid leaves he runs to the door, waves, and blows them a kiss. It's the cutest thing. His mom came to pick him up today and we were chatting. She said he was really fussing when she put him in the car to come there, but she said, "David, we're going to see Jennifer!" and he stopped crying immediately. I feel so loved :)

My finals start this week. I've got one tomorrow, three Wednesday (which should be illegal), and one Thursday. Oddly enough, I'm surprisingly confident about them. Journalism is going to kick my ass, as I already said in my last entry. Thankfully it's open book, but still...I'm a wee bit worried about it. My Desktop Publishing final is tomorrow. She said we need our books and our CDs, which means all we're going to have to do is fix up an already created project. That shouldn't be too difficult. Even if I fail (which I won't...I got a perfect score on the midterm :p), I can still walk out of there with an 80%, so that's comforting. Wednesday is my Journalism final, and it's the first one I have that day. I don't know if that's good or bad. If I do well, then I'll be fine. If not, then I might be distracted for the other two later on. *sigh* oh well. I also have my ASL final that day. That one should be pretty easy. It's such a fun class. I want to learn more :)

I probably should get back to studying for Journalism. I can't keep putting it off forever...

Okay, I'm going to have to write myself a note on a little yellow sticky pad and duct tape it to my computer screen...that's where I'll be most likely to see it. It shall read:

Dear Jen,

Candy goes on sale the day after Halloween, just as it does the day after Christmas, Valentine's Day, Easter, and any other holiday that you may have forgotten. It is a wonderful and joyous thing to be able to purchase massive amounts of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for small amounts of money. It is not, however, a wonderful and joyous thing to eat seven of them in a span of fifteen minutes. Please do not ever do something this stupid again.

Thank you,
Your smarter half, who is going to go crawl into bed and pray she feels well enough to go to class in the morning...