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Thanksgiving Day rundown.

I woke up.. after not getting to bed a little late and not sleeping well, and having weird dreams. So I didn't feel too great.. but I got ready on time, made a quick sandwhich biscuit thing, and ran out the door. I saw Dad for about five minutes, showed him my phone, and saw mom on the way out. But I was almost running late, so I had to leave.

So I left.. feeling very angry and sad for some reason. I know I'm getting Christmas off, but I guess I still didn't wanna work on Thanksgiving.. I just wanted to chill.. which would consist of doing school, eating food, and worrying over crap.

Well.. I got to work on time. The roads and everything was really empty.

I really try to have a good attitude at work. Thankfully, I was able to continue that trend today. I was working in box from 11-6. And Rose called me in there, and a girl named Courtney was working in there today. It was her first "official" day in box, so yay, I got to train someone! I dunno why I enjoy that..but I do.

And things went at a steady pace all day. There were moderate rushes.. I spent a lot of time talking to Courtney. She's nice and easy to get along with. Rose spent probably an hour in box, calling places, trying to figure out who was open and who we could trade passes with for food for the employees.

Like.. everyone is closed. Even McDonalds. Dx That makes it pretty difficult for us to find something to eat while we're working. But Bojangles was open until 2:00. So Rose got some food from there.

I'd say.. by.. I dunno, as soon as I was in box, I was feeling a little happier. Dunno why. It continued to be that way throughout the day. I was just.. having fun. Sure, working on Thanksgiving might be "nasty", but it wasn't nearly as crazy as I had been anticipating.

A bit later on, I got to go on break. So I wandered to the back room and had some Bojangles. We had their tea, chicken, biscuits, potatoes, rice, and gravy. 83 It was like ... *angel choir noises* :D So I had some of that, talked with Rose a little, and then she left and another coworker came in. He saw somewhere that Burger King would be open, went all the way there, and they were closed.. So he emo-ly had some Bojangles with me. And then he starts...

"My mom read your blog once. They really do only thank us with random food sometimes" or something. xD! Apparently his mom googled Mark's death, and found my blog. *Bliiinks* Well. It's a blog. It's there to read.. xD

I soon went back to box.

At one point, a family I know from church came. And I forgot to give them their card back. And I was like "omg I did not just do that. D8" So when I got through my line, I went to the theater they were in, hunted them down, and was like "Ohmaigoshguyz I'm soo sorry." And they didn't even realize they had forgotten it.. xD

When I came back to box, I scared the snot outta Rose. Didn't mean to. But it was funny. I said it was for when she randomly came up last night and scared my half to death on purpose.. But now she said she'd come back and do it again. D: Ohnoes.

And then I saw Tracy and was like "Hay!" And she's apparently been there for the past.. three hours. xD We talked about my old beastly chickens, horses.. and at one point, she even asked to see my phone. xD 'cause we're friends on Facebook and she saw my update saying I had a new one. 83 Cool stuff man.

Yeah, I was having a good ol' time.

Sidenote: I often hear people talk about how.. if they do something around me, that they'll get "blogged". And that can be either negative or positive. WELL HERE YOU GO. He's some negative blogging.

At one point I saw these flashes in the parking lot. And I was like "What the heck. Why is someone taking pictures in the parking lot. There's nothing too fantastic around here. Weird tourists..." And I went back to work/drawing in my downtime.

Around.. 5:15 or so, Rose leaves. Then her and Keishawn (sp? Dx) come back going "... Did you park next to Angela?" And I'm like ".. I dunno? I have the black PT Cruiser?" And they were like "Um.. some people in a white Ford Focus like.. toilet papered and saranwrapped your car..."

I had seen the Focus stalking around at the end of the parking lot. >| I thought it might be Jeremy, but I couldn't see for sure.

And I'll let you know, I EFFING DESPISE ALL PRANKS AND PRACTICAL JOKES.

My brain is currently in a dozen places. "So that's what that was. Was that really them? Why would they do that? That's really.. mean.. I hate that." and so on.

I get off work at 6:00. It's like.. 5:15/25-ish, right? I can't check my phone. I don't have their phone numbers. I'm working. I can't do anything about it. All I know is some of my co-workers are totally loling at it, and some of them are just "Some family you have." My manager Morgan was speechless. Tracy thought it was funny...

And if you haven't figured it out, I did not find it funny.

I'd say it ruined the rest of my day.

Gee guys, I've only been working, on Thanksgiving, for seven hours. I missed dinner. I missed hanging out with everyone. And you come all the way to the Marquee, armed with your frickin toilet paper and saranwrap, and have the nerve to cover my car with it? You have some nerve. Some nerve. Some frickin nerve.

If I didn't know half of my audience, I'd be using more colorful language. Because it's times like these when only those stronger words can convey how I feel.

So I see everyone on the top of the hill, waiting for me. I'm trying so hard to just not.. flick them off from the window or something. -_- Because that's how I felt. I'm sorry if that offends you. Coming all the way to my workplace on Thanksgiving, when I'm working, to mess up my car offends me.

When I finally did get off, I asked Tracy if I could get a trash bag to de-toiletpaper/saranwrap my car, and she was fine with that. And I see them all driving closer as I'm leaving box. That's a new level of stalkerism. So I clocked out, got a trash bag, got my knife out of my purse and put it in my pocket, got my stuff together, and left.

I walked straight to my car and started cutting the saranwrap. I am NOT going to wander around, lol at it, and try to figure out how to undo it. No, I'm going to try not to cry on a newly wonderful day turned craptastic and free my car from its bondage and go frickin home.

I walked around the corner, and I hear them all laughing. I have a frickin' picture message of Seri and Mickie posing in front of my car. CJ actually hopped out to help me clean up, and he told me it was Aunt Kristie's idea. I'm assuming Jeremy was involved, considering I saw his car. I didn't clearly notice anyone else. So thus far, those are the terrorists. >|

So CJ is helping me trash all the crap. I am not happy, but he gets brownie points for helping me. Everyone promptly drives away, I send CJ with them, and then I sit and text someone for a minute before finally leaving.

I didn't wanna go home. Nope.. But I did. And no one was home anyways, so whatever...

Not nice guys. No, I don't like it. No, I don't think it's funny. Yes, I feel hurt. Yes, I'll forgive you because Jesus told me to, but that doesn't mean I want to be around you. You know that whole "I wish I could just hang out with my family" feeling I had in my last post? Yeah... it's gone. Thanks..

Mmhmm. You've been Blogged.

*scuttles off to do school* TT_TT