Damn issues

I'm having issues today.

I got called in to work, and Eddie stood me up for our lovely chance to enjoy Jason X courtesy of me outselling everyone in the market on the damned Spinich Alfredo pizza.

And why couldn't they have given me a raise instead of movie passes?

Oh, and the kicker is we were $250+ short last night. I was on register for about 2 hours. I somehow don't think I'm the thief. I don't think I'm about to get fired from my job, particularly with my aniversary coming up. Usually, when you come up that short, someone didn't close out the credit card or BuckID machiene. Not that they've accused me, but dman it, the till was in my code from 10-midnight. That means they can pretty much blame me, even though proper proceedure was not followed. I have yet to steal money from any job I have ever worked. And I know, the lady doth protest to much, but damn it, I grew up with a guilt complex. Now I feel guilty for things I am not responsible for. Did you know that the middle east is my fault?

Like I said, shit's been fucked up around here tonite.

Today

Went to go see Murder by Numbers with my fag hag roomie (lotussilverfire) this afternoon. Good movie, even if the murderers were kind of gay subtexty in a creepy kinda way.
Got home in time for all the drama centered on our former roommate who has been casting swine right and left. Hmm, I shoulda bought more popcorn for the show.
I have a few short story ideas now, but I need to do something interesting with them now. Time to beak with the doomed romance routine and just write something creepy again.
Oh yeah, and we got to play with the ferrets at the pet store. I want one, if only because fish don't make good familiars.