My stomach really hurts. I think I've been eating too much candy. One of my TL's, Stephanie, gave me a bag of candy and a Christmas card saying "Thanks for all of your hard work." for Christmas, I guess. How sweet of her. No, really. I mean it. I wasn't being sarcastic. My mom's being a huge fucking bitch about this whole me-not-having-a-car thing. She gives out a goddamn temper tantrum everytime I ask to borrow the Suburban. She's not using it, my dad doesn't need it, so.. Why can't I borrow the damn thing? I've put gas in it twice and I'll continue to as long as I can borrow it. It's not like I'm asking to take it when they need it. Just because my car needs a little work right now doesn't mean my entire life has to stop until it gets a new tranny. Fuck. I still have shit to do. I have to go to work and I have errands to run. I'm sorry. Whatever. I'm grateful and all, but, I'm sick of her bullshit. She comes up with the stupidest excuses. Just shut the fuck up. Work was fun today, actually. For the four hours I was there. I did what stray was left over from last night and then did a couple baskets of cosmetics freight since Yvonne moved to Plannogram team. Speaking of which, Aaron left me. He went to Plannogram team, too. Fucking bastards. Oh well. I still have John. Kind of. He only works on the weekends though, which sucks. Well, I guess once my mom gets back from the store I'll ask my dad if I can borrow the Suburban. He's the one who pays for the damn thing anyway. My mom just drives it. I miss my Jeffrey. I can't wait to see him. ♥