I’ll sleep good tonight.

Ever have your alarm set to PM instead of AM?

I did, this morning.

Oops. What’s-her-name who openned teased me and called me sleepy-head. I was only forty minutes late. The thing with jumping out of bed and going to work is that by the time you come to, it feels like you didn’t even GOTO work – as if you just woke up and suddenly you’re on autopilot at work. *smirks* Given that I’ve been up since 7:30 AM, I should be fine falling asleep tonight, as I have the same 7 – 3 shift tomorrow. Though. Suzanne, our acting manager, asked me to stay an extra hour until the closers came. Doesn’t bother me at all. Besides, had I left, Becky would have been alone for an hour by herself.

My short-term memory is going to get a boost, one way or another. We’re supposed to be able to hold seven things in memory, right? A lady came in and ordered three soups – then three half sandwiches. I should have just started over, instead of voiding one by one, combining a soup with a sandwich. Maybe someday I’ll be able to remember six things at once without getting too confused. What Would Mary Do? *smirks*

A Kara came in today. Just thought I’d mention.

It’s funny how Dominique is either a black woman’s name, or a eastern european man’s name. (A la Dominique Hasek.) The name Jess has to be one of the most ambiguous names.

And I wish I had maintained spanish. Then I could converse with all the hispanics easier. I’ll never be Mary. *smirks*

I want to smack whoever named the Prima Chicken, because it sounds far too much like “Creama Chicken”. Oh, I had two Trail Mix bagels before they were on sale to the public. They’re pretty good. Cranberry Walnut bagels are gone – but really the Trail Mix is an improved cranberry walnut.

Now that I think about it, Panera had the Sante Fe Corn soup last summer when Paige dragged me along to Panera so often. It’s funny how if you leave something along, associations will remain. But if you desensitize yourself to it, you’ll either destroy that association, or associate it with something else. Though, I still internally cringe whenever anybody buys Asiago bread.

(In other words, instead of there being a negative aura around Panera because I went there with Paige, there’s a neutral aura because I work there.)

I’m munching on an apple strudel. I figured I should sample all the pastries so I can tell people which ones suck the least. This isn’t all that bad, though I’d never eat it if I had to pay for it. *laughs* Wonder how this cherry strudel is. *munches*

My dad asked me to pay half of the damage for the van’s brakes. Of course “ask” is such a general term. To me, his tone of voice was condescending and demanding. The Holier-Than-Thou voice. His I’m-Your-Father-Bow-Down-And-Worship-Me-And-Do-As-I-Say voice.

Once I parse out every little emotion sparked by the subtle things he does, I feel better. Ultimately, I probably would have paid for the brakes myself if I had the money sitting in the bank. So I’ll show him up by actually giving him the money, and tell him not to spend it all in one place. Gotta love the contradiction of him saying “Oh, we’ll help you anyway we can”, and then demanding freedom from paying for shit for me.

Eh, whatever. I’ll show him, and I’ll do it my way. Though, I do wish he’d stop asking if I want to take a class or two at county this spring. He never fucking listens to me.