Man. People getting their panties in a wad over a balloon, people getting pissed off for rules being enforced on them regardless of their condition (which is completely irrelevant to the rule being enforced… besides, it’s not like you didn’t choose to go through with it), getting bitched at for things that aren’t my fault… I love where I work. :| Eye roll.
Spent the weekend with my boyfriend. That was super fun. We did spend a few hours on Friday looking for his kitten I gave to him, because we checked just about literally everywhere (obviously not LITERALLY, because the kitten did show up later) and never found him. Only after we’d tossed his litter out, gotten food, and was sharing with his cockatoo did the kitten (named Germ) show up. The entire time, we played video games and slept, though, haha. <3 It was awesome.
My birthday is this month. The 25th. And of course they have it on a damn calendar at work. So when a random co-worker asked me what I was doing for my birthday I was like “uh… working? It’s a Wednesday.” Then I was thinking how did he know it was my birthday? I never told him. But the guy at Ops informed me there’s a calendar. I don’t mind people knowing how old I am (22, will be 23) or how much I weigh (~105). What I mind is that people who don’t even talk to me any other day of the year will “wish me a happy birthday” on that day. That seems so fake. They don’t actually care. That’s what is irritating. Haha.
I’m bored of typing soooo, I’m done. :3