New Toys

As it turns out my new favorite thing is not one of my Christmas presents as you might expect, thought I do really like all my Christmas presents. My new favorite thing is the drill I used to put up one of my Christmas presents. See I decided I wanted a coat rack for Christmas. Now normally I just throw my forty pound winter coat on the couch, but see that doesn't leave much room for people to sit on it. So in a effort to be a little nicer to potential guests, and to really not have my apartment look a hot mess all the damn time, I decided on a coat rack.

Now the coat rack is not nearly as fun as the putting up of it was. I didn't really know how to use this screw gun drill thing. But as you know I'm a quick learner, and I didn't have to put a security deposit down on my apartment, so I don't really care what it looks like when I move. The drilling was really so much fun. I've decided I need lots of tools, and I need to build things lots of things. Right now, the drill was so much fun, that I think I need to build myself a dresser. I know this is completely unreasonable, but I don't care. I don't really think that there is much drilling needed in building dresser, however I really need a dresser, and I want to play with tools. The sad, sad news is that the drill was not a Christmas present, and I have to give it back to my mom. If only I knew how much fun it could be I would have asked for one myself, but alas there is always next year. It will have to go away to the sad place, outside of my home, with the air gun I had to give up today. Its a hard knock life I know. Now I only need to find something to use my socket wrench set on because that is actually mine. Thanks to M. Someday, Someday I will build. For now I must go look for more things to drill before I have to give my fun toy back.

The Birds

Ok seriously there is just nothing normal left about my job. Yesterday I went to work at the very normal hour of 3pm. Which as you can believe I was wicked excited about. I walk in and go out on the floor, and my co-worker calls me up to the second floor to see our pet pigeon. I'm a little confused mind you, but as it turns out there is not a joke to be had here. There are really three pigeons in our store. One on the second floor and two on the first floor. Apparently they came in while people were doing shipment at 6am. I was thinking maybe the just flew in with both sets of doors open. But no that would make to much sense. They actually walked right in. We know this because they actually have them on camera just walking in. Not really sure where the person was who was suppose to be standing at the back door. I thought the whole thing was kinda funny myself, but apparently we have quite a few people in the store who are afraid of pigeons. That was even more funny if you ask me. Most of the time you didn't even know they were there, but occasionally they would fly around and cause some commotion. One almost landed on my head. Funny thing about that was that the two people I was talking to were kind of freaking out and I tottally forgot that the pigeon was there. I was kind of confused about why there was a sudden wind behind my head, but apparently that was the pigeon.
So animal control was called, but they couldn't come out until after the store closed. Only problem with that is that we close at 10pm and animal control closes at 9:30pm. Not that they bothered to tell us this until it was 11pm and we had been waiting for them for hours. In fact they actually told us they were going to be there at ten. I don't know why they bothered to tell us that, but whatever not my problem as I'm not the first person on the alarm call list. When everyone left the floor to go home I guess they started flying around like crazy it was super funny. There was dust everywhere. Also not my problem as I dont' work today.

My friends are morons!!!

Ok I do know that it is highly likely that I don't have any friends after writing that, but seriously it can't go with out saying any longer. Its not that I don't still love them, as they know that I do. Ok so here's the story of said Friday morning/afternoon while I was getting ready for to go to work:

So I get out of bed at a rather late hour of the day. Just wanting a little woo-shaa time to myself before I go to work. So I go into my kitchen to make some tea, and my slippers stick to the damn floor. I mean my big ass frog head slippers are soooooo stuck to the floor that they actually come off my feet. The first thought through my very tired brain is What the fuck. Second thought a very loud one: "I'm going to fucking kill him" Then "who the hell makes this kind of mess and doesn't fucking clean it up." Back story: my friend Hans came over the night before. I thought he was drinking beer mind you, but he must have made himself a Whiskey 7. Though I didn't actually ever see the bottle of 7up, the evidence of its existence was all over my kitchen.
Now if you know anything about me you know A. I'm not a big fan of cleaning, and B. I don't like anyone in my kitchen because I'm anal retentive. So when you make a huge mess in my kitchen and leave it I'm more than a little pissed off. M says H wouldn't have noticed it. To which I respond unless you were blind I don't know how you could have missed it. There is pop all over my floor, all over the sink, the counters, the dishwasher, the cabinets, its even on my hamburg buns and on my damn bananas. I mopped the floor 3 times until I ran out of swifter cleaning stuff. Now I'm going to have to wash it by hand which really irritates me.
mad as not only do i not have any Now the reason H was over in the first place was to bring me my vacuum. Finally, as its been in MN for the past 7 months. I don't know why I thought to do this, but I wanted to check and see if I need vacuum bags or not. So I can vacuum my nasty floor. Well I open the vacuum and this cat hair and shit comes out of it. As there is no bag in it. Ok now I'm just about rageingvacuum bags, but now I have a bigger mess than I started with, and I'm not entirely sure the vacuum will even still work. Still talking to M online line I say "Who the fuck used my damn vacuum" and her ass just starts laughing. Cause apparently the were out of vacuum bags at her house and B decided to use my vacuum instead. Apparently the thought that no one has used the vacuum in months, and the thought that the last time I used it was to clean the apartment didn't cross her mind as she was vacuuming. M was laughing because apparently the vacuum was making crazy amounts of noise while she was using it. Good lord I love you B but seriously how did the thought not cross your mind to check and make sure it had a bag. Actually its not that hard because it has a clear-ish red front and you can tell if there is a bag in there or not. Well at least you could before the inside was all full of shit. Seriously what the fuck. Thats all I can really say.