I'd like to think it's as simple as root beer floats, but the truth is, it's not.

I started at my new store two weeks ago and have managed to make a few friendly faces smile in my direction. Still no one to hug, though. There's a cute, quiet guy who works mostly nights and I have to work to make him talk, which might be half the fun, but he's smart and curious and witty and intrigues me. Another cute kid who has a cool tattoo and had a HUGE hicky on his neck yesterday that I was having far too much fun teasing. The token gay guy that I manage to spot right away and now we giggle and talk about cute customers together. There's a kid who everyone says is so quiet, but one of the first nights I closed, he was there with me, and I got him talking and now he never shuts up, which I love. There's a high school guy who was doing this thing where he uses as few words as possible and speaks quietly, and when I finally got him talking, I noticed he had an accent so I asked him where he was from and he said England. My theory is he didn't like that he sounded different from all the other kids, but I'm a snazzy grown-up and I think it's cool, so now he's talk-talk-talking. There's a girl who only works weekends and is like a flashback in time for me. She's a senior and beautiful and smart and in all AP classes and wants to be a marine biologist and it was like seeing myself 15 years ago. There's also a guy who's making sexually inappropriate comments to me, to the point of making me uncomfortable, which if you know me means what he's saying is beyond ridiculous, and if he does it again, I will be giving his 18 year old cocky ass a lesson on the definition of sexual harassment.

We're doing this Earth Day thing, trying to help preserve the Earth by creating less trash in the form of plastic bags by getting people to buy and use these reusable grocery bags so, as with every thing like this we do all year, we sell root beer floats to customers for $1 (the price of the bag) and they get a (free) bag to use. I bought 6 bags the other day when I was shopping after work, and the manager says I can have 6 root beer floats... but what am I gonna do with 6 root beer floats, so I told the girl to give them to everyone working the front end that afternoon.

So, I know I just got two new bosses two weeks ago when I came to this store, but as of today, I have two new bosses... again. Seems they cleaned out this store and brought us all in new. Probably a good thing, so we'll see what happens.

I was off last Friday, and we decided to go to the movies and see Adventureland. We went to my store to get some snacks and drinks to illegally smuggle into the movie and then went next door to have pizza for dinner. We drove to the theater, bought tickets, and stood in a far shorter line than all those people waiting to see The Fast and the Furious part 342... While we're waiting, my daughter points out that this movie is rated R (because everytime we think a movie is inappropriate for her to see, for whatever reason, and she's arguing, we say it's rated R, so no) and so I say, "Well, I guess you two will just have to wait out here then," and the woman in line behind us was all ::raises eyebrow:: and says, "UHH?" and I look over like ::rolls eyes:: "Totally kidding." Like if I'm gonna leave my kids in the lobby of the movie theater for two hours... PLEASE!

We get inside the theater, sit down, are watching the previews, and then my son throws up EVERYWHERE! So I'm like OH SHIT! and we get up and go out of the theater, and I tell the guy working that I'm SO sorry, but my son threw up in there and he asks if the movie had started yet and we say the previews have and he sorta shrugs and says we can get our money back if we need to leave. Matty is covered in barf :wacko: and I take him to the bathroom to wash his hands, feet, flip-flops, etc... and I have him sitting on the counter washing his feet, and I notice a boy at the sink washing his hands... and then a man walks past and OH MY GOD, I'M IN THE MEN'S ROOM!! So, I'm like... "C'mon, Matty, we have to go to the other bathroom and he says, "But I'm not a woman..." and I say, "Well, I'm not a man!" It was a rough night...

Dave called me one minute before I had to clock in yesterday at work, so I couldn't really talk to him so he said he'd phone me today... Hopefully he's all moved in and has Chris with him.

So I've been talking to this beautiful German guy I know, and the other night we were talking, and Rich was sitting next to me and sneezed so I said, "Gesundheit," as I always have since that's what my mom taught me, at the same time he says, "Bless you," and then we look at each other and laugh at the irony of me using German and him using English.It was pretty humorous.

OH MY f**kING GOD! So, Tony calls me the other day from some cabin where he and his friends are off snowboarding and tells me this: Aunt M and Uncle D just called me to see if I got out okay, and I was like what are you talking about? So they tell me that like 2 weeks ago someone called them from Ontario, Canada saying they were me and that I was in Ontario on a vacation, and that I had been drinking and got into a car accident and I needed $3900 to give the guy I hit. I'm so embarassed, please don't tell the family, etc. so they wire me the money and then the next day I called back and said I needed $4100 more to give him. So, $8000 later, he's finding out that someone is walking around with his name and a picture ID and the name and phone number of our aunt and uncle and $8000 of their money.

My questions are as follows: How did they not know it was him?! And really, sending all that money without calling me first, even if he asked them not to? Here in the USA when you use MoneyGram, you have to give the person picking up the money a reference number... did they call him to give him one, and at what number? Also here in the USA, if you are purchasing money orders for more than $1000 or receiving monies exceeding $1000 there is a whole other form you have to fill out with your social security nuumber on it for the government because people launder money that way, so did that happen at the Wal Mart he picked this money up from? Do they have this guy on camera? License plate numbers? Who do we call in Canada? The Mounties? UNf**kINGBELIEVABLE!

Anyway, that's about it for now... Oh! I forgot! I'm all proud of myself cause I made myself a Twitter and then linked it to my facebook and can now update my Twitter with tweets from my cell that, in turn, update my facebook!

Hugs,

Viv

PS. Day 5...