It's been too long. I need to rant.

 BLARGH.
I've been sick the past couple of days. Just a head cold, but it sucked. I had no medicine, and had to work while sick. I guess I can't complain... this isn't school, this is the real world and I need a job. It didn't seem to effect my work, at least no one said anything. But I felt horrible.
Still having a little bit of strain with the room mate. Just the husband. And I don't think he even notices. If he doesn't, then he needs to open his eyes. However he needs to open his eyes about a lot of things. He thinks he knows everything. Urgh.
I also found out recently that work is still high school. But harder. It doesn't help that everyone that works there is pretty immature. I know I may not be much better but, seriously.
And my roommate is complaining lately about how she's not taken seriously. And she thinks it's because she's a woman. Where that may be part of it, it may also be that she does not come off as a respectable person. She acts just as immature as everyone at work if not worse. She always acts like a child, complains about everything, and is too afraid to be herself. She always tries to make up for everything by talking about politics, but that's not her at all. That's her husband no doubt. She even admitted that she would have never gotten into politics if it weren't for him. I still think they're not right for each other. No one does. I think Sarah may only be with him just because he knows how to handle money and she needs someone to be responsible for her. She knows that without him she would have to go somewhere she doesn't want to be. I believe she's just using him. They're always arguing, always mad at each other. Paul never pay attention to her unless she does something wrong, and then she does something wrong he always over reacts. I even proved it, in front of her. She did something "wrong" and he got onto her about it. I did the exact same thing and he tried to cover it up with something completely ridiculous. And that's something else wrong with him, he's always full of crap. He's always lying and trying to cover himself up for sometimes no reason! He lies and gets mad when people call him a liar, when he is the biggest liar. The why I know this is because I used to be the same way. I lied all the time, and some times for no reason. But I grew up faster than he did I guess, and he's older than I am. That's sad, isn't it? What a crappy, pathological liar, mentally unstable, multi-personality syndrome, in-the-closet bi, husband. -Sigh-
Anyway.
Something I needed to get off my chest is the suggestion my husband made. He thinks we need a credit card. I can understand where it can be a help; it would help our credit, we can get things we need, and help us learn responsibility. But at the same time I'm so scared. Everyone I talked to said not to get one. But everyone keeps telling Craig to get one.  I guess we are going to get one... and we're going to keep it where we wont have our hands on it almost ever. We're going to get what we need and that's it, then lock it up in a safe place and begin paying it off and never touch it again except in emergencies.
I also still need to get my new ss card... Craig and I need another day off together in order to do it... But Craig has no gas and things just keep piling up... I'm still not on his bank account either and I can't do that until I get another id which will either happen when I go get a state ID or get my drivers license, and I some how can never find the time to learn how to drive.

-sigh- But I guess that's it. As for good news, the only thing I can think of is about a project I am working on. It's going to hard. Blargh. Also pay day is this Thursday. yay~
Okay. Anyway. I guess that's it. Thank you for reading. 

Social Security

So we went in to change my name yesterday. And it turns out that I gave them the wrong address. So now my new SSC is going out to someone else's house... I really have to cry...
I called them and they told me it was already sent out, so there was nothing they could possibly do...
I have to fuckin wait until the 19th before I can give them a call and say "Yeah I never got my card because I gave you the wrong address like I told you guys a long time ago."
And then the guy was like "Well maybe you have an actual mail guy who knows who's mail goes where"
What the hell is he talking about? What mail man is gonna know anything by the person's name on the envelope? Hello?!
However, from what I understand the address I gave them doesn't actually exist. So either they'll get it back and they'll give me a call, or I'll just never receive anything and hopefully no one else will either. Oh I pray to god no one else gets my card. Two weeks is more than enough time to do tons and tons of damage... I'm so scared....
I'm praying so hard that it just never turns up anywhere...

Last Week at Work

Do not feel good today.
I'm gassy, and I'm feeling pains all over my body. I've been cranky all day, and some of these costumers are snooty today. I'm busy with one woman and another just comes up and tells me she wants a danish, as if her needs were more important than anyone's especially the woman's in front of her and mine. It was as if I was just standing still doing nothing but waiting for her order, when in all actuality I was trying to get one of every cookie for the first lady!
And I'm still stressed about my bank. With UPS it just takes way too long to get my money actually usable.
BTW I dislike people ordering 4 chillos are the same time. This woman, who hardly spoke English, ordered 4 chillos at the same time. I only have 2 blenders for starters, and only one thing to place the blenders on to actually blend things! However, it wouldn't have been so much of a problem if some one also hadn't placed an order for another chillo and a smoothie! Also, I ran out of the flavoring for the chillos, so I had to refill that in the middle of it all. Thing is, that was only a mini rush, now I have to pee.
I think I may just be taking things too hard. I came in unhappy and now it's effecting everything I do. I'm just hungry and stressed.