bleh

hi! happy tuesday. mkay, so, when I used to look after Ben, Shelley (of the Hardy variety....so as not to confuse anyone, no, I don't babysit a secret child of Shelley Brown's...ahahaha) and I would chat and stuff, especially if Tim was away cos she wanted to talk to someone who could, y'know, respond. with something other than "Cake! Want cake! Wanna go outside!! Caaaaake!" So anyway, she was raving about this book "He's just not that into you". I think she heard about it from Oprah (she loves Oprah, I learned). Anyway, the book is all about how there are these 'golden rules' or whatever on how to tell if a guy is into you or not. For instance, he's just not that into you if he's not asking you out. hmm. really?! and, he's just not that into you if he's breaking up with you. Good call. So, yeah. Cool book.
so, what else? hmm....well, I was at work last night, doing visual. I am actually pretty freaking proud of myself, I did the newborn wall and the cash desk well, and they both look amazing. Seriously, dude. You should all come in and admire my genius. But...I'm a little scared because our new assistant manager, Sindy, always changes everything after a visual. In fact, the store will probably look pretty different when I go in this afternoon. It's kind of upsetting, cos, then, why should I bother trying to make it look good when she's just going to change it anyway?! hmm. Oh well. I guess I could always change it back, but, I don't think I care about it enough to start a big feud over it. It's just frustrating. But then, it wouldn't really be please mum if something wasn't frustrating. heh heh heh. yeah, way to promote the company, rach!! oh well. you've all heard my horror stories from Lonsdale, anyway. That store was....madness!! Oops, there I go again. I mean, I'm happy and proud to be a part of the please mum family and I would never ever ever want to leave my wonderful job with my wonderful co-workers and glorious company. Better? :P
ok, I'm off to check my laundry. very exciting, I know! But if it's finished, then, gasp, I get to put it in the dryer! ooooh. actually, i don't really, because my mom, being the environmentalist that she is, makes us hang most of the stuff to dry. which is good, except, i have to go almost 3 days without whatever I've washed because that's how long it takes to air dry. And then my clothes are all, what's the word...crunchy? hmm. oh well. it's always fun doing laundry, too, because the washer/dryer are downstairs where my brothers' rooms are, and they always leave their junk strewn about all over the floor, at the bottom of the stairs and yes, at the top of the stairs. Maybe they're trying to get rid of me. Actually, it's fitting, cos my dad once tried to take me out by giving me an egg noddle which I choked on (he must've known I would choke on it). So, he's passed the "let's kill rachael" torch on to my brothers, who are a little less subtle about it. hmm. do you think maybe they're "just not that into me"....ahahahahahahaha!!! ok, i'm a psycho, gonna go check my laundry now. hopefully i will survive this perilous journey and live to tell of it.