Running from lions never felt like such a mistake.

I hate that I just wrote an entry, and Blogger completely fucked it up.
I mean, it wasn't a good entry, but still, I really don't want to re-write it. It's never as witty the second time around.
This has made me an angry panda.

Sorry for not updating yesterday. I'm sure all of my zero readers were so depressed.

Work sucked today. Nothing out of the norm.
I killed my back by lifting things I shouldn't have been lifting, the back mop sink leaked...causing there to be a lake-sized puddle in the back that somehow seeped into the fridge, which I got to clean... yay. Customers suck. I almost slipped about a billion times, and in catching myself, I think I pulled something. My feet kill, and I just haven't been getting enough sleep lately.

/COMPLAIN!

I think I was supposed to go to HiFi tonight, but for some reason that didn't end up happening. O WELL.

I miss Bree.

I need sleep.

What if you could wish me away?

So, I just read one of my journals that I took to England. I wrote in it 3 times, and then gave up.
Seriously... that is sad. I really wish I had wrote in it more. I wish I had saved those memories... no matter how bad some of them may have been, it would have been nice to remember.

I suck at chronicling my life, don't you agree?
You must, I can barely write on this thing more than twice a month. I will try to, I promise.

Hell, why I don't I start by telling you how disastrous these past two weeks have been?

Hubert has brought me nothing but bad luck... seriously.
I love him with all my heart, but seriously, I might stop driving that thing if things continue to go wrong.

I've gotten a speeding ticket (which you get to hear about in a moment...), I've hit a car, I've ALMOST hit a few other cars, I almost died, and he just continues to cause me money problems.
Okay, obviously the money woes are to be expected, but still! I like to blame Hubert, because it's easier than blaming myself.

Anyways, I know you all want to know about the speeding story, no?

Here goes:
So, I'm coming home from my grandparents' house in Kelowna, and we're ('we' being Anna and I. I don't talk about myself like I am a king... well, not often) making good time. Until we hit Revelstoke, or just after Revelstoke, I should say.

I'm going at a steady 99 in a 90 zone, and BAM! around the corner, there is a long line of slow moving cars. Seriously. The guys are going no faster than 70 km/hr. 70! IN A 90!
Now, if the weather was bad, I could understand the need for slow speed... BUT IT WAS PERFECT. BEAUTIFUL OUT, INFACT.

So, I, of course, was infuriated.

Anyways, I'm inching along, just waiting for a passing lane, so I can pass all these freaking turtle-paced drivers. You could imagine my relief when I finally got a passing lane. Seriously, I am going to make you imagine it.
Imagine you are waking up in the morning, only to realize that you have no clean underwear left. You are in a panic. You don't know what to do. So you do the only thing you can do...SEARCH EVERYWHERE.
And then, just when you've almost lost hope, you find an old pair of underwear stuffed at the back of your drawer. They may be old, but they are clean! And you are so relieved to have found them. This passing lane was my clean underwear.

Anyways, I am in the passing lane, crusin', passing all the cars, when I see that my lane is about to end. So I freaking better get back into the other lane before I get squished into the oncoming traffic, and I become a Hubert sandwich. Only one problem...

NO ONE IS LETTING ME INTO THE OTHER LANE.

So, naturally, I panic a little.

I do not know what to do.

I search the traffic frantically for an opening, and after what seemed like a hopeless search, I see an opening up ahead. I decide that I better get my ass up there before the lane ends, so I speed up and pull into said spot in the traffic.

I was so happy, seriously, it was like another pair of 'clean underwear'.
Except... this pair of underwear was merely just an illusion. IT WAS NOT CLEAN.

I ended up pulling in right behind a cop, who thought he would be so sweet as to pull me over.
For speeding.

UM, EXCUSE ME SIR, I WAS TRYING TO SAVE MINE, AND ANNA'S LIFE. NOT TO MENTION THE LIVES OF THE PEOPLE I COULD HAVE HIT, OR HIT ME, WHEN I GOT PUSHED INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC.

Asshole.

So, he pulls over as soon as it's safe to do so, flashes his lights, and then tells me to pull over.
I will admit, I had a strong urge to pretend I didn't see him. I had an urge to keep on going. But sadly, I did not listen to said urge.

I pulled over, and the only thoughts going through my head were "Shit.Shit.Shit. I don't have the money for this. Shit.Shit.Shit!"

I rolled down my window as he started walking up to the car.
He bent down to my window, and said
"DIDJEWNOUWRRRGOINWUNTWENTIEEEFYVINA90ZOWN?"

I just looked at him trying to figure out what he had just verbally exploded into my face, and could barely make sense of it. So, confused, and nervous, I replied with "It was a 90?"

Like, seriously, Kaylee. You know it was a 90. You are not an idiot, and you are not blind.

So, he scoffs at me, and says "Yes. It was a 90 *snicker*, and you were going 125. LICENSE AND REGISTRATION PLEASE." And then as soon as I give it to him, he walks away, not giving me a chance to explain myself.

APPARENTLY, his initial statement was "Did you know you were going 125 in a 90 zone?"

Had I known he had said that, I would have replied with "No, officer, I wasn't. And I have I witness here that can vouch for that. I would like to see your proof, of this alleged 125."

Actually, I probably wouldn't. I would probably say the same thing I did, because I'm a dumbass.

On with the story! (ridiculously long story...)

He then comes back to my car, and hands me a nice $196 ticket. Then says "ifyoupayitwithin30daysyoucanget25dollarsoffofyourticket."

Gee... for a man that hates speeding so much, he sure does talk fast. How ironic. (yes, I know, not really.)

AND THEN.
ANDNNNNNDNDNDNDNDND THEN.
HE HAS THE NERVE TO SAY "Now be safe pulling out of here. And have a nice day"


YEAH, EFF YOU TOO, BUDDY.
AND EFF MY LIFE.


I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
And definitely regretting not listening to my urge to not pull over.

I sent a letter of appeal, because I am NOT paying that stupid ticket.

I expect my court date to come in the mail sometime next week.
EXCITING.

And just my luck, that even though it was RCMP that pulled me over, I'll have to go all the way back to Revelstoke to fight it.
Stupid out-of-province tickets.

Who knew that story would be so long.

Hope you've enjoyed.

Hopefully I'll actually update more often.

Maybe even tomorrow!

I have not updated in a long while.... My bad.

So, I have Hubert. He is the best car ever, and I will always love him.
(By always, I mean until he craps out on me, and leaves me stranded. Then it's pretty much over.)
I haven't had any problems with him, other than last week when we had our freak snowstorm, and I didn't have winter tires, and I could barely make it up the hill to get home. But that was more funny than annoying, so whatevs. My dad went out today and got new 'shoes' for Hubert anyways. so that type of thing won't be happening again... hopefully.

I might have backed into a truck with Huey... But we won't talk about that, since nothing bad happened. It was just a little tap, don't worry internet world, it is all okay. I promise.

Other than car news, I have a whole bunch of good luck news. And by good luck, you know I mean bad luck... and by a whole bunch, I really mean a few instances.

Okay, so, on Monday, the usual concession person didn't show up, therefore leaving me to cover her shift. Woo hoo. Now, even though we all know that I hate concession... this isn't the bad part. The bad part is, no one knew that it was a PD day for half of the public schools, and a few private schools as well. And where does every parent take their child when they have a day off, and really don't want to deal with them? That's right... The movies. Oh joy.
I served 600 people. Alone. My boss didn't bother to call in anyone to help, and didn't bother to give herself a till so she could help. She just kind of stood there pretending to help by scooping my popcorn. (Trust me, it doesn't help when she does this, because she's freaking slow at it.)
Now, some of you may be thinking "Oh, 600 people isn't so bad.." It is when your usual daytime amount is 100-MAYBE 150 people.
600 makes you want to cry.

So that was my Monday.
Tuesday, she didn't show up again, so I had to cover concession again. Which was annoying. Because I was still pissed off about the day before. But it wasn't as bad, so I don't have much to report about Tuesday.

Wednesday is awesome though! I get to work, to find that NO prep has been done for me whatsoever. Seriously. I wanted to smack a bitch. No hot dogs have been taken out the freezer, and put into the fridge, no onions have been cut, no chicken has been pre-portioned, no gravy has been made, nothing has been done. I wanted to scream. And I'm pretty sure I did.

Anyways, I start to get things ready. I take out 6 boxes of hotdogs, and then I start getting ready to cut the onions. Oh joyous onion cutting. It's my favourite part of the day.
ESPECIALLY WHEN THE FREAKING KNIFE SLIPS AND YOU SLICE INTO YOUR THUMB.
I am awesome, I tell you.
Seriously, all anyone who was in the building could hear *chop* *chop* *sli-* "SHIT. OMG. SHIT. ARGRGHGHHHH"
Lucky me.
So, I had to drop what I was doing, and find my manager and tell her I had to leave the building to go to the Medicentre. GOOD THING SHE HAD LEFT THE BUILDING TO GO GET HER PRECIOUS STARBUCKS.
My God... what is she good for?
So, I finally find her, and tell her I'm leaving, and that she should really stay in the building when she is the only manager on, incase something like this happens.

Anyways, I leave, and go to the Medicentre, but before I do, I have a panic attack in my car because I'm scared I'm going to get stitches, so I call my mom freaking out, and tell her she has to come meet me there... I don't care what she looks like, if I get a needle, my mother is going to be there.

I get to the medicentre, fill out stupid forms, and wait for like half an hour. Which is apparently fast, because I was put on the "fast track". I guess it was fast compared to the people that were stuck in there all freaking day. Hehehe, sorry guys.

Turns out I didn't need stitches, but I'm not allowed to get my thumb wet for at least a week. And it's still a little sore.
Do you know how hard life is without the use of one of your thumbs is? Actually, it's not so much hard, as it is annoying.

That's pretty much my awesome week in a nutshell.
I now can do barely anything at work, because everything pretty much involves getting my thumb wet, or putting pressure on it. Which is kind of dope, because I like having an excuse to be lazy at work.

Friday is like the start of a new week for me, so let me tell you how that went, as well.

I get to work, late... (you guys don't know how hard it is to shower without getting your thumb wet...)
And I find that guess what?! NO ONIONS HAVE BEEN CUT, AGAIN.
Seriously... Eff my life.
Anyways, I get someone else to cut them, because for now, I really don't want to be near a knife. Or an onion for that matter. Kind of angry with both of those things right now.

At 5 o'clock, I find that our cool security guard has been replaced by some weird 7 foot tall, chain-smoking, goliath-looking, freak. He is literally the worst security guard ever. All he does is smoke, and pretend to look intimidating while he sits down in box office, and drinks his coke.
Good job, Beretta, you sent a good one.

Anyways, that's not really important, I just wanted to mention it, because the new guy annoyed me.

On with my awesome day...

So, I have a friend staying with me for a bit, and she leaves back to the States on Monday. (Which I totally don't support. She needs to stay here. Forever.)
Anyways, we're both poor, so I asked my manager if he could wrtite us two customer courtesy passes (instead of staff passes...) so we could see a movie last night with some friends of ours. He said it would be no problem at all.
So thinking that I should, you know, actually trust what he said, I didn't worry about it.
Until like 8 o'clock when I go to get my tickets.

I go up to box office, and tell Kat that I need to talk to BRODEN because he is going to write me some passes. So she gets up and says "o ok i will juss chek n see if dere iz one in da office..." And she goes in, and talks to ARSENI... Arseni is a douchebag, who knows nothing of the agreement that Broden and I had. So he writes a staff pass. Now,this may not seem like a big problem to you, but in order to use a staff pass on a Friday night, you literally have to wait until 5 minutes before the show before you can trade it in for a ticket, incase it is going to be a sell-out movie. They would rather give their seats to paying customers, than their staff. WHICH IS WHY I ASKED FOR A CUSTOMER COURTESY PASS, BECAUSE YOU CAN USE THOSE AT ANY TIME.

So, Broden goes into the office, and I'm thinking "oh good, this will get solved."

Yeah, maybe in a perfect world.

He decides he's going to be a complete asshole, and agree with Arseni. Thanks Broden, you're the best.

So we end up not being able to see the movie. Which isn't so bad at all, it's just, I was angry about the whole situation, and being lied to, and being betrayed in a sense. I'm not dramatic at all.

Anyways, I hate our management, and I can't wait to hear about the 'freakout' I made tonight. Shall be good times.

Yes, I have had exceptional luck this week, wouldn't you say?