I can’t take it anymore, I’m totally paranoid about my packages being stolen now, and it doesn’t help that there are like 4 more things on the way. One is coming on Monday via Fed-Ex, and apparently I have a signature release on file, so Fed-Ex always just sort of leaves my packages at my door. I’m not overly concerned about that because Fed-Ex always leaves my package between my two doors … not in the front of the house where the Christmas Assbags eagerly wait to steal packages. Two packages are coming USPS and the company is a completely outdated and unable to even provide USPS tracking numbers, nor are they able to email me when my package has been shipped. Their customer service is ridiculous and even though neither of my items had been shipped yet, I was unable to upgrade my shipping to a trackable service (i.e. UPS, Fed-Ex). So I went to the Post Office and requested all of my mail to be held there until January 1st. In addition I have put big signs everywhere that says not to leave my USPS packages here and to leave them at the Post Office as directed. My other packages are arriving on Monday to me at work, so that is not a problem.
In other glorious Holiday News: All of my Christmas Shopping done, with the exception of some Apricot Brandy for my grandpa which I will buy tomorrow. I have wrapping paper, bows, and tape … everything I need to wrap presents in. I just realized that I have no proper boxes to put the presents in. Stores are definitely lacking in providing gift-boxes this year. I didn’t get one anywhere. Nobody even asked me if I wanted gift boxes.
Yesterday I went to the mall to do some shopping (for myself). I was growing tired of my GoodWill collection of clothing so I decided to buy a few new things for myself. I hated all clothes at every store. All of the shirts were the ones that barely cover your shoulders but have this big overlap thing on it, like you are wearing a big chunk of garland over your shoulders. I hate those shirts. This girl I know wears a different color of one every day and I hate her and therefore I will never be caught dead in a shirt like that. Every time I see one I think of her and want to cut out her voice-box. I hate the way she talks. She thinks she is a valley girl or something. Someone asked me about her one day. She was like “Is she from California?” It was sooo funny. She is from here, and nobody can figure out where she got her extremely annoying voice from. Like “Oh my Gawwd!” I hear it at least 30 times a day. Sorry, you aren’t 15 anymore.
Anyways, I found two pairs of acceptable pants and one shirt. Sadly I bought the shirt from the old woman section. The “career” and “juniors” section has the most disgusting clothes I’ve ever seen. I shopped at Lazarus and JCPenney’s. Forget Aeropostale or ooh … they have a Delias at the mall now. Those stores are way too cool for me. I don’t feel comfortable walking around with a see through scarf-belt or a way trendy shaul that makes me look like a gnome. I look completely stupid in anything trendy … as do most people who think that they are cool by wearing it. I can’t even find a normal sweater. Every sweater was this paper-thin see through sweater material with a shirt under it to complement the V-neck that goes down in-between your boobs. Maybe that is cool for someone with smaller boobs, but mine stick out a bit too much to look cool in that. And how the hell do you wash something like that? With a toothbrush and a hair-dryer? And what is up with the huge fake flower pins attached to every single shirt, or the v-neck shirts that have a “V” in the front and back. I tried one on and the V in the back went half way down my pastly white back. Yes, that is attractive in the middle of the winter. I guess I have to get a fake tan before I can wear that.
I can’t stand clothes. I hope nobody buys me any for Christmas because I will just hate them. My grandma always buys me normal sweaters from LLBean and I like those. That is about all I like though.
I’m done ranting now. I have to go do something before my day is over and I have to go to bed and sleep, just so I can go to work tomorrow and learn all about this “huge project” I have to be involved with. Don’t these people understand that I hate responsibility and involvement of any kind! Obviously not, I guess I will have to educate them on the rules of working with me.