December 18th, 2008


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Despite living in Chicago all my life, I've never seen snow like this. You usually see one or two big storms and then there's just bitter cold and a flurry here or there. Tonight, around 8 pm, we'll be getting our 3rd huge winter storm in December. It's not even January yet! That's when the real storms hit. I fear for this January, particularly because of our road trip through one of the most snowy corridors in the US. I-80 was shut down for a few days because of so much snow, so many accidents, and zero visibility. That's the highway we intend to take to get to the Ball.

I get to work tonight during the start of the storm, but I hope it doesn't pile up that fast. I'm still bringing the Durango, because I don't trust anyone else on the road.

Why can't an HP con be in Hawaii? That would be so wicked. I'd definitely go there.

Last night I closed the store and had the massive task of cleaning and preparing the store for the Big Wigs. The task was hundreds of times easier having Sara back, and Robyn to keep me in check, and Karen's unending customer service. It was a stressful night, but I think we did really well. As I was closing, the registers were being a pain in the ass and we ended up staying until 10:30 on the phone with Support. And just as I was getting ready to go home, I'd been sitting up on the register counter while talking to the Support guy, and went to hop off. Well, the plastic bags hang by two prongs against the edge of the counter and I caught one as I was hoping off and sliced a 5 inch gash across the back of my thigh. Oh, that was not fun. I ripped my pants just a little too. I didn't realize until I got home and my mom noticed that I had blood on my pants. It hurt the whole ride home, I had trouble sleeping, because it was on the side of my body that I prefer to sleep on, it hurt when I sat in the car to drive my mom to work this morning, and it hurts now just sitting. Oh, it sucked. And it still does. It's making me lethargic and grumpy.

Thank god I have a day off tomorrow. Sewing is on the agenda, Morton's tank needs another overhaul, as well as a Christmas party. that doesn't sound like a day off. I can't wait for Christmas to be over. I'm working Monday through Saturday next week, except for Christmas. I close Christmas Eve. I hope that's holiday pay, it better be, goddamnit.

Another thing I forgot to add. My mom got a letter yesterday. I don't know if any of you remember the car accident that my father was in about 2 years ago. The 17 year old that ran a red light and t-boned my dad, totaling his Durango and breaking the main frame of the car. The family of the 17 year old had sued my father for negligent driving. The letter my mother opened said that the case had been dismissed, kicked out of court for lack of evidence. It breaks my heart to know that my father never felt the elation that my mother and I had over that really pointless case.
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