my brain hurts

well, i was going to complain all about my night at work, but i decided that in the interests of it not being found out and getting me fired, i guess i'll just say it was a terrible night. things were complicated needlessly, and guess who got to clean up the mess... oooh, i win! ..oh wait, no, that was not a win at all. BOOOO. also, there was a lot of debating and arguing, some ending well and some not, but either way, i am so ready to go home.

in other news, two kids i went to hs with are getting married. schmoopily. they moved in after dating for like 3 days (no, really), and now they are engaged and have already set a date. they have been dating a shorter time than i have been dating jon (which is a year and ... 2 months), and they have already broken up at least once. does anyone really see this going well? one of the best parts is that the guy has a blurb about the girl on his myspace (i myspace stalk them), and in it he says that "she is like my angle." and i can't help but laugh every time.. kate asked if he means she's sent from heaven or she's isosceles, and jon asked if she was acute. and i am superbly glad they also enjoy her being his angle, because it makes me laugh. they are that cliche vomit-inducing couple you know. solely because they are overboard schmoopy, i don't actually think either of them is gross or anything, but they are always professing love and spouting romanticism and .. it's a little much. i mean, i hope they're happy, and i'm all about loving someone and telling them you love them, but i feel like that level of schmoopiness just seems sort of forced. like in that sex & the city episode where carrie & burger have a 'bit' they do when they're fighting, where he dips her and they kiss and everything's magical again, and she tells miranda about it, who says, '...you need a bit?' that's sort of how i feel about all the overboard schmoopiness. (now i'm just seeing how many ways and times i can morph and use the word 'schmoopy.')

well, all i can think about is work, and as i said, i'm not interested in getting fired. those stories about people blogging and then their employers finding out and firing them are scaring me. even though i don't like it here, they give me a paycheck and that's pretty crucial. but since i can't think of anything else and i have no more work to do at this moment, i'm going to see if i can hightail it out of here and head home, where there is food and beer and tv and episodes of bridezillas, all waiting to cheer me up. woot!