Make up your mind!!

So my boss seems to be unable to keep to the schedule she makes.  I was supposed to close the last 3 nights this week.  Monday, instead of closing I worked 10-6, Tuesday I did close, but today instead of closing I worked 12:30-5:30.  :   MMkay.  I know hours are hours but still.  I was trying to make plans and these people keep messing up my schedule. 

Good news was that because I got off at 5:30 I got to go out with Ang to karaoke.  It was fun.  I haven’t been able to just go out to a bar and have a good time in a while.  I got to sing and dance.  I didn’t get to flirt so much though, there weren’t really any guys worth flirting with.  Although it was funny that Angel, who is very happily married, was being stared at for the first hour or so we were there tonight.  It was funny because she was sitting there making faces at him when he was turned around.  Haha.  She was like "I hate being stared at, don’t you?"  I of course have no idea what that’s like.  I don’t get stared at, at least not that I’d ever know of.  People always have to point that stuff out to me.  I’m Captain Oblivious when it comes to the opposite sex.  I love talking about them, love looking at them, but just never actually pay enough attention to them when I’m out and about.  XD  I don’t see the point of it.  I don’t go out to get guys, I go out to have a good time with my friends.  If we meet some guys, cool but if we don’t who the he# cares?  I don’t. 

Besides which, I’m so used to being single that I’ve stopped noticing guys at all in a given day.  When all of the ones you meet turn out to be the same cookie-cutter copy of each other, whiny little prissy idiots, why bother wasting any more time on them?  Now when they actually have the guts to come up and talk to me, I pay attention.  I pay more attention if they actually can hold a conversation instead of just talking at my boobs.  It’s like "Yes, I know I have huge boobs but there’s more to me than that so pay attention to the person or you won’t get to see them anymore and you sure as he# don’t stand a chance of touching them."  Hrmph.  Why do guys do that anyway?  Makes me more self-conscious that they talk at my tits like they’ll talk back than the idea of walking around the room half-naked.  And I don’t even wear clothes that provoke it!!  Half the time I show up to the bars in t-shirts and jeans, or at least fairly conservative clothes.  What with having the big boobs I try to minimize their exposure but it’s not like I can hide them!!  *scowls*

So anyway, we went out and had a good ol’  time.  We might do it again if schedules allow.  But I’d rather do it the last week I’m home before move-in because by then I’ll have been paid so I can actually drink.  I hate being broke.  Stupid pay-period set-up.  I need money and of course I can’t get any.  My New Year’s is shaping up to kind of suck.  🙁

*luv ya bunches*