Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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I'm really not narcissistic. Really. I'm not. sheet. It's better than the rest of them. Yeah, so wowsers, it's almost 2 o'clock. I get off in four hours. Fun times. Let me break down my day thus far. I had to get up at the BA crack of dawn so my mom could take me to my dad's. Usually Renee does this, but not today. I go to my dad's becuase I can walk to work from there, and it saves gas, and it gives me a chance to walk, which I love doing. Yeah, so I go back to sleep at my dad's and wake up at 11. I have to be at work between 11:15 and 11:30, so I begin to get dressed. I have my clothes on, and I look at my feet, and they are ashy. Like you don't even understand the ashiness of my feet. They looked like I had been walking in flour my whole life. It was a little on the nasty side. I mean they looked like those slave's feet in ROOTS. I don't respect myself for saying that, but I don't respect my feet for looking like that. So I put some lotion and oil on them (my feet area usually really pretty, I guess it's the cold weather, it dried them out.), and they looked tons better. I am going to exfoliate them and moisturize them when I get home. Shoot. yeah, so I grab a bowl of pasta stuff (those are really scrumdidilyumtious), and head out the door. It's a beautiful day outside, and the breeze feels wonderful across my face. I button up my jacket, because it is a bit chilly. My nose starts to get a tad cold, and I smile, becuase I love this weather. Fall. The leaves are falling, and fill yards with spots of goldenrod, scarlet, brown, and hazel. It's a beautiful day. I begin singing, (because I can't whistle), and I am filled with joy and happiness. So I get to work, and notice a York Properties truck in the parking lot, but no Paul's car (he's the manager). I thought to myself; "well he's been a tad late before, so I won't worry about it". Ten munutes later, I begin to start worrying. If it weren't such a nice day outside, I would be a little on the upset side by now. It's about 11:35 by now. 11:45 rolls around, and the York Properties man is tired of waiting. So he leaves. I don't blame him. By now, I am a little mad at Paul, and was thinking of ways to contact him. "If he doesn't show up in five more minutes, I am going to call Barbara. She'll make everything right, because you don't play with her", I thought. I begin to walk up to Juice it Up, the smoothie joint with whom we share a parking lot, and began to rehearse what I was going to tell to Barbara. "Jason (the projectionist) will be here at 12, so maybe I should just wait for him", I pondered. I'm upset by now, because we open at 12:30 and I am the only one that works on Thursdays, so I will only have 30 minutes to set up. I turn around, and I see Erika's car. She hops out of her car, and runs to the door, unlocks it, and goes for the alarm. I get into the building, and she's says. "I'm so sorry. I just woke up". I immediatley forgave her, because Erika is my girl. If it were Paul I would still be mad now. That's bad, isn't it. I guess I don't like Paul. I don't know what it is, there's something about him, that I just don't like. I'll put my hand on it one day. So now it is 2 o'clock, and I am just having a good ole' time at work, besides the fact I am extremely bored. I think I am going to read or finish my essay, or do something. goodbye for now!