Rebecca pierced her ears, drove her pick-up like a lunatic!

[rebecca_in_blue]

My arms and legs are sunburnt the color of a boiled lobster -- don't believe me? click here! -- but still, the canoeing was so much fun! We (three canoes = Athena and me; Adam and Uncle John; Eva and some kid from their church) arrived at Ouiska Chitto around ten on Saturday morning and canoed about nine miles in about six hours. It was overcast and drizzling when we started, so we didn't put on -- or even pack -- any sunscreen. Then the sun said, "So they think they can escape from me, huh? Well, I'll show them!" and came out from behind the clouds with a vengence. It was so bright reflecting off the water and the white sandbars that I probably would've gone blind without my sunglasses and Harry Potter baseball cap. I also wore a t-shirt and my oldest pair of capris over my swimsuit, so only my upper arms and lower legs got burnt. (Athena wore a tank top, and it hit her back, neck, and shoulders. Adam, Eva, and Uncle John, meanwhile, just got nice tans. Damn them.) The water was as cold as the sun was hot, and while the first part of the river was crowded with loud drunks, as soon as we hit the halfway marker, it became very quiet and peaceful -- just us and birds and turtles.

Now for some minor drama. When I went to work this afternoon, I found that someone had written bitch! across the label on my locker in the break room. (Everybody's locker has a label with their name on it.) I immediately peeled off the label, threw it away, cut a zip-tie off an empty locker (all the lockers not in use are sealed shut with zip-ties) and moved all my stuff into that one. After mulling over what else to do, I reported it to my manager; he seemed concerned, but I doubt there's anything to be done when we don't know who wrote it, although I strongly suspect it was this one jackass stocker and told him so. (Him being my manager, not the jackass stocker in question. Although I'm tempted to confront him about it if he ever acts like a jackass again. Which he will.)

I'm trying not to let it bother me, but what really pisses me off is that there are a number of people at our store who are bigger bitches than I am. So why did it get written across my locker? Hmph.

Comments

[babygoose85.livejournal.com]

WTF, what is he like 13? This is the real world and he needs to grow the eff up. If he has a problem with you he should say it to your face or shut up. I hope they find out who it was.

[(Anonymous)]

you know those sunglasses you were looking for a while back and you lost and had to buy a new pair. Well, I think I found the ones you lost. They were on the ground in a corner, my house is clean there is just alot of stuff going on all the time. Anyhoo-- I will leave them at Grandmas's (tues.) Eva left for camp yesterday, I miss her, I am leaving for camp first thing Wed. morning. I hate camp but since my daughter is there I feel obligated to help out. I won't be over Eva's group, I be over a year older than her. I hear the worst part is that they won't go to sleep. IT is airconditioned cabins at night and they have decent showers and it is only for 2 nights and we leave first thing Fri. morning which means I should be on the road by 11am. Pray for me and Save yourself.