Confessions

1.) Though I may fit the mold, or get confused to be often, I am not Christian...not even a little bit. I like to call myself Deist mostly because lots of people don't seem to know what that is. In reality, though I love learning about all sorts of beliefs, I am not 100% what my own are.

2.) I plan on applying to Oral Univerity, and if I get accepted, I'll go. Why? Simply to say I Graduated with honors from Oral. Dirty...why yes. Bonus, I had some one dare me to apply and go saying they'd pay if I got in...they may have been joking, I am not.

3.) I feel as though a weight has been lifted, these past few weeks have been confusing as hell. Now just days later, I feel I can breath. I was told by most people I was making a mistake but I stand by my choice and have no regrets.

4.) I plan on buying a stuffed monster from work for...me! it's over priced and I don't need any toys but by golly-gee I want it. And I think I'm worth spoiling!

5.) This semester at school, so far I feel so old! I was talking to a group of my peers, all of them were also sophmores in college and all of them graduated from high school in 2005! Some of them at a school the didn't exist when I Graduated...madness! Because of this I really don't care what I look like at school anymore. I always dress comfy but I would try to be cute too but why? I'm ready to get out.

6.) I think I can control dolphins, or one at least. Two days ago I went to Sea World with Ashley and we naturally went straight to the dolphin cove, where you can feed and pet the dolphins. Well I did neither on this day but watched the dolphins (which were being quite active and playful). One jumped out of the water and nearly landed on another dolphin. After seeing that I said to Ashley "wouldn't it be awesome if a dolphin slapped a kid."
NOT 10 mins. passed
when this 14-ish year old girl finished feeding a dolphin and the dolphin, quickly jumped, turned and slapped her in the face with his(?) tail. I was laughing so hard, people were looking a me like a was crazy. I predicted that!?! It was great fun!!

7.) There is no seventh confession. Good night.

Jenni

Drama at Work

It looks like all the copying ruined this...sad day.

told a couple of you this already but this is the unedited version.

It all began around 8 pm here an enormous woman entered the store...now this isn't me being rude, this woman was a few pounds shy of being bed ridden. When she walked by the floor actually shook!

I greeted her and asked if she needed help finding anything and then she started wondering around the store. I was helping Amber (supervisor and awesome chica) find an item for a customer when a very loud crashing noise happened. I practically throw the item to Amber a ran over the see what happened. Apparently the enormous woman had a not quite as enormous daughter, but well on her way to get THAT huge, and the daughter claimed she tripped over a box that had rolled wrapping paper in it and "hurt her knee real bad". I got her a chair to sit down on and told Amber to help me as soon as she could. I then surveyed the area, moved the (now smashed) box of wrapping paper and called mall security. Meanwhile Amber called the manager telling her what happened and asking for advice: "This fat woman fell in the store, what the hell are we suppose to do?"

Amber then came out with a clipboard in hand and talked to the woman (who probably weigh the amount of all the people in the store, minus her mother...that's a HUGE minus, combined! There was more six people in the at the time.) and got her statement, told her we would be willing to call EMS for her but she would have to pay the fee...a few minutes later she limped on, on her on accord. Then we got the statement from a guy who was near the accident but didn't see what happened. He said that the box she claimed to have tripped over was flush again the cube (where in was suppose to be) just seconds before, when he walked by.

Now skip to 9:40-something, Amber knew the..r..naccident was going to cause use to get out later then usual but where..r..nshock when we were nearly done...We went up to the front to call in the..r..ndeposit only to find out we were a few hundred dollars short...we..r..nfigured we missed someones deposit. So we had search I finally found..r..nPat..'s money, in a different colored envelope that all the rest, in the..r..ncorner of the safe. After that Amber gave Pat a pet-name "fucking..r..nPat!!" I think it may stick. From that point on when a penny hit the..r..nfloor or a check slipped under the desk it was "fucking Pat"(..'s) fault...r..nSo we counted the money again and added the checks together again and..r..nthen again went to call in the deposit and loo and behold it was..r..nright...at last! Around 10:30 pm I got out of work...pissed at fucking Pat and enormous women.