I spent the entire afternoon playing Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty with Jessi, one of the girls at work. Ahh, if life were so simple as for a prince to kiss me and say "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.. wake up.. I love you and I'm going to take you to a new life." Of course, knowing me I would let him do that, then get fed up and upset with being contained in such a way and leave him, forget about my perfect new life, and run away. That's about right. Today, nothing big happened at the park - Lazy Ass's mom stayed away from the park and it was good- except it was so cold I had to bribe the kids inside so I wouldn't freeze to death out there - the one day I hadn't thought to bring a jacket (I usually do and the day ends up being dog hot), and didn't have one left there from a hot day (I had taken them all home), it turns freezing. The boys at work offered me their jackets, but I have a thing about wearing other people's clothing - especially.. when it's Lazy Ass's.. but I didn't mind the offers from the other boys, I just figured their jackets would be too small, it was almost embarrassing. I'll get over it though. Blagh. Lazy Ass's would have fit me though - but I am repulsed by him. He did practically no work again today while the other two worked their asses off, picking up his slack. He gets away with whatever he wants because his mother ‘pulls strings’ or whatever. I’m just like “Whatever”. But I do find myself enjoying the company of the other two more and more all the time – they’re just fun guys – a little simple, a little too old to still be living with their parents, but nice guys nonetheless, hard workers, and funny as hell. I’m torn between loving this job and hating it – leaning more toward loving it though – it’s getting slowly better. The guys have just told me to let all the shit slide and they would look after it (all except Lazy Ass, of course – because his mother is the problem), rescue me like a damn damsel in distress. Muahaha.
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Thursday, July 11, 2002 ~ 9:48 p.m.
