I'm using my sister computer while she's at school.  I accidentally dripped some water onto the keyboard of my laptop, so now when I hit the "n" button it is a "6" and the spacebar does not work, among other things.  I told my parents about it and at first my dad tried to use compressed air to clean my keyboard.  When that did not work, and he realized that my keyboard would have to be replaced he started nagging me about how much money it would cost.  The next day my mother told me that he had ordered me a new keyboard.  I guess it helps that my birthday is in a week.

I went over to my friend Matt's house Tuesday night to get my sunglasses I left over there and hang out.  His friends Alex and Shivim (I probably spelled that wrong) were over there.  Alex (she's a girl) was really nice and wanted to know all about me.  I really liked her and hope that we end up becoming better friends.  Shivim, it turns out, works at Borders with me.  He works upstairs in the music section, so I never really had seen him there.  When Matt and Alex went upstairs to eat, Shivim and I talked about work for about a half an hour.  He's really cool too and is kind of cute in a younger guy way (he's 21). 

Tomorrow Lisa and I are supposed to go to David's Bridal to pick out my bridesmaid dress.  I hope it doesn't take too long since I have class at 6.  She decided that she wants me to wear lilac.  When she bought her wedding dress, she got coupons for $20 off each bridesmaid dress.  My mom said she would pay up to $100 for the dress for me, which I really appreciate since my hours are being cut at Borders.

Speaking of hours at Borders, they fucked up my schedule.  I looked at it on Sunday and I was working on Thursday (today) 4pm-10pm.  At first, I was happy to see that they gave me an extra day.  Then I realized that I have class 6pm-8:50pm on Thursday.  When I told the scheduler, John, about that, he called this guy James to see if he could cover for me.  James didn't answer and before John left for the day, he said, "James hasn't called back yet, so you need to make sure someone covers Thursday for you."  I was pissed since it shouldn't be my responsibility if I'm scheduled when I have class.  I had written out my class schedule for John as soon as I enrolled, so I didn't think it would ever be a problem.  Also, I hate having to give up a day just because he fucked up the schedule. After work I went over to Matt's and drank and smoked a bit.  Then my cell rang and it was Borders.  "I don't want to answer it," I said.  "They'll leave a message," Matt replied.  "They can't.  I haven't set up my voicemail yet."  (After I changed my number, when I tried to set up my voicemail, it would ask me for some code which I did not know.  I tried everything I could think of and nothing has worked.  So, I've had to go without voicemail for a couple months now.)  I answered the phone and thank God it was Mike D., the cool manager.  He just wanted to tell me that James could take my Thursday. 

If Borders wasn't cutting my hours so bad and I knew for sure that I had the job at the park, I would quit the chiropractor.  I love the patients and my job isn't too hard, but the doctor has become unbearable.  He criticizes me constantly.  It's so hard because he keeps contradicting himself.  For example, when I had first starting working there, I had thought a room was ready for me to do an ultrasound so I opened the door.  He was still in there doing the treatment.  When he came out, he said, "Well, that person who just came in would have to wait for me to finish up."  I told him I wasn't coming to get him for the patient who had just arrived, and explained that I did not know he was still in that room.  Yesterday, I had finished with an ultrasound and he was still in another patient's room, so I sat back down at my desk and started doing some paperwork.  He came out and was angry that I hadn't let him know that I had finished with the ultrasound it that room.  What the hell?  His friend, who was also a patient, was in his office, so after each treatment he completed, he would go back into his office and talk to her.  I had just finished an ultrasound as he was walking into his office to talk to his friend and I said, "Room 3 is ready for you."  As I walked back to the front, I could hear him say, "Why didn't she tell me when I had came out of the room?"  Probably because I came out of the room as you were already walking to your office!  Arg!  Also, at the end of the night when I was going to fill up the ultrasound gel bottles, he said for me to leave it for my coworker to do the following morning.  I wanted to do it anyway, because it takes me less than two minutes to do, but instead I wrote my coworker a note telling her that he said for her to do it, so she wouldn't think I was being lazy or forgetful.

I just hate being treated like I'm stupid and/or incompetent!  He seems to be getting worse each day.  He also has a girlfriend who is about my age who frequently visits him and work and yesterday I heard kissing sounds.  Another day, when I had to go to his office to tell him a patient was ready for him, his girlfriend was sitting on his lap and he looked furious that I had interrupted.  What the fuck?