Hey it's June! That means birthday soon! That also means that my brother and I are going to visit Oregon in a couple weeks. June 14th through the 22nd! I'll take pictures. Cool ones. I'm really happy that Donato decided to go with, too. I think I guilted him into it. Haha. ha. And my new top_left picture is for firestormx. He finally discovered who took the boxers, but I still won't give them back. Sorry. I need more stable internet. I'm going to be asking my parents for one of those digital cable/internet/phone package deals for my birthday. OR! Wii Fit. It looks far too fun. OR! a Playstation 3? I can't afford expensive things I want. And I'm a nerd. But anyway.. Today is my day off of work. I've been working for the past six or seven days straight. You know, usually I'd hate it and I'd be tired and grumpy and completely horrible to be around. But last friday, there was a fire at my place of work. Yes, Elder Beerman caught on fire. Well, the Elizabeth Arden counter in cosmetics did. Somehow...no one has really been able to figure it out...none of the fragrance bottles got caught in the fire. If they had, the store probably would've been gone. They were only about five feet away from where the fire originated. Crazy. Anyway, we closed for a day and a half, which I thought was ridiculous. The store still smells like smoke and soot is still settling all over the place. You can't see it right away on anything, but after handling clothes for only about 30 minutes or so, my hands were black. So, I've been working on my past few days off to clean up. Poor Andrew (one of my bosses) worked from 6am to midnight on friday, 7am to 5pm on saturday, then 8am until 10pm yesterday. I threw myself on yesterday so he could eat his lunch. Kay worked a bunch and so did Gina, the store manager, even though it was her vacation. Everyone put in a lot of work except for a few that I don't care to name. We even had associates from stores from Bayshore Mall and Mayfair Mall and Brookfield Square and Eastown Mall in Madison. I got stuck on Write-Down-Every-Single-UPC-For-Every-Piece-Of-Damaged-Item duty. A couple hundred items later, I was really only about a fourth of the way done. I hate mens' pants. You know, with womens' pants, it's just size 8 or 10 with one UPC each. With mens', it's a different UPC for each 38x36 or 38x34. Guh. Stupid pants. And the customers! Seriously! Now be completely honest with me. If you were to drive up to a store and you saw yellow caution tape across the front doors, a dozen green trucks and vans that said "fire and water damage recovery specialists" on the side, and a couple cop cars in the front parking lot, would you think the place was open? Would you stop to ask? Would you walk in? Really, I had to stop a few people after they had ducked under the tape and started shopping. I even had one tell me "Yellow caution tape doesn't mean you're closed." and another who asked me, "You're closed because of that? Just because of a fire?" AH! People. Oh, and I have two more cats. They aren't mine really. I'm watching them for a friend. Smokey and Horatio. They're pretty cool, but Kiwi hates them. They stay in separate rooms. Aww.. Okay, now I have to go. This is long and I want to go do something with my day off. Suggestions?