towels up the wazoo

that's primarily what i did today - counted 35 boxes of towels. and still i feel accomplished.

so basically my welcome-back was played out by being deleted from comany records. all of them. i couldn't clock in, i couldn't clock out, i had to reapply for direct deposit, i can't get an employee discount... the people i worked with in receiving thought my name was kim and that i was the new person hired to work in stock. TWO YEARS, PEOPLE. the only thing that made me feel somewhat like i was at the right place was that the manager - out of the kindness of his dear heart - confirmed that my locker had indeed not been given away. if i didn't have a place to put my money so it could be stolen every few months, mark my words: i would have stormed out of the place.

and returned in three minutes.

seriously, though. it wasn't bad. i actually enjoyed the change of atmosphere. once i began being referred to as "hey" over "kim," i came to realize that the employees customers don't poison with their venomous indifference and ridiculous questions ("what's fiffdee pursent off of tiin?") are actually quite than pleasant to work with.

enough of that. love actually is a great movie and the only instance i can think of in which hugh grant does not play the role of a complete asshole. no; notting hill doesn't count, either.

maybe if the weather ever stops being crappy we can go to the beach. not that i'm volunteering (or not volunteering, i suppose) to haul you around, but does anyone agree that we could all use a little tan? that's what i thought. so who's in?

i guess that's all for now. i'm tired and typed out.