| What a stupid day. Some bitch chewed me out because we were out of Night at the Museum, but it says "Guaranteed in Stock". Which to her means that we should have hundreds of spare copies to back up that guarantee. Idiot. She was seriously angry and almost yelling, and she kept arguing with me and saying over and over "but it's GUARANTEED". She said we are liars. She didn't care that the point of the guarantee is so that you get it for free next time if it's checked out... she wanted the movie NOW. The funny thing to me is... the movie would be all checked out either way, so getting it free is a favor we're doing for her! It's a bonus. We could just say "fuck off, it's not here"... but no, we're letting you have it for free for no particular reason. Jesus Christ, it's not even that good of a movie! This was on top of idiots fighting about late fees and weird old men asking me a million questions and getting fed up when I don't understand what they're talking about because they don't make any fucking sense and having to explain the difference between widescreen and fullscreen and having to explain what a raincheck is over and over again and trying to fix problems from Thursday's audit AND my register froze up and when I switched to a different one, the printer jammed several times... and just way too many customers and no midshift person to help out and of course my manager isn't going to overextend himself and come in early enough to actually do me any good... he came in an hour early and I guess I should be grateful for that much, but 2 hours early would have been a lot better and he knows how jectic it gets on Fridays. I was supposed to go out tonight, but everyone's plans changed and they went to see a band that I don't like, and I'm too tired to stand up all night after standing up all day, so I stayed home and now I'm bored and have no alcohol. At least Greg's having fun. I like this eyeshadow I bought, though. Oh, also... I made coffee this morning to take to work with me... Greg's brother came over while I was upstairs getting ready, and drank my coffee. I came down, all ready to pour some into my travel mug, and lo!... almost empty. I started whining about how mad I was and how unfair it was... and all along he was in the adjacent room and overheard all over this. I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or not... but dammit, it was my coffee and I didn't have time to make more. I do feel somewhat embarrassed, though, because I'm living in his parents' house and I think he feels like everything here is partly his. He's eaten my cereal and drank my milk and eaten my spinach dip. Short of padlocking everything, I'm not really sure what to do about it. We already keep half a kitchen in our bedroom because if we leave anything good downstairs, it will disappear within hours. 
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