Alright so, school starts next Tuesday! Most of my friends start today, but the UCs and private schools have a different schedule so ha. C: I'll be taking General Psych, Intermediate Algebra (because math is no), Oral Communications, Writing, and two other classes that are exclusive to my university so for private reasons I won't be saying them. But anyway! I'm pretty excited. Although nervous because I only got to order my textbooks today cuz guess who's poor and has no parental help! Meeee! /bitter
Anywho. My summer has been alright. Nothing really special, though I got a few fun days. Mostly it was just work and some hanging out with people. Although I do have an interesting work story!
Yesterday, this guy covered in tattoos (no shirt; several tattoos implied that he was a skinhead, plus his shaved head added to that) came in and started cussing me out and accusing my store of stealing his cigarettes. I brought over the manager, who talked him down, and gave him her pack of cigarettes. A kind customer offered to anonymously buy him breakfast. Very nice person! So Skinhead went to use the bathroom... and took forever. So we sent in the busboy to check on him. He came out and said that Skinhead was basically taking a shower in our sink. -_- We dragged him out of the bathroom, gave him his food, and threw him out of the store. We locked the door, and so he ranted and flailed outside, shouting obscenities and pointing at us and yelling. He spat on our door several times and was scaring off customers.
Now, why weren't the police involved, you might ask? By this point in the story, we had called the police not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES and they basically told us they'd get there when they got there. Our city's police department is notoriously crappy. So I called my friend, who is a Sheriff's Deputy Sergeant, to come over and help us out. He came in just a few minutes after I called and chased Skinhead off (this friend of mine is pretty much a bear; he's huge and powerful-looking). We all thanked him a lot, and he told us that if the police department did show up, to tell them that they're useless.
AN HOUR LATER, one chubby cop showed up asking if there was a disturbance. I told him that we'd had to call an off-duty sheriff's department officer in to help us because the police weren't responding. The cop said, "Oh, well uh, we had a...thing. This morning. It took a while." I informed him that the officer we'd called (I didn't give him his name) had been in church at the time. After the cop left, I asked my friend if the police department had had anything going on that morning (because he has access to their frequencies) and he said nope. The guy was probably at breakfast, because all the officers go to breakfast on Sunday mornings.
Moral of the story: know people. Also Batman. Because when the cops don't show up, who shows up? Batman. Yes, I am friends with Batman.
So that's my cool story! How is everyone else? c:
Also, recent stress and family issues have really been bothering me, so I haven't wanted to talk to anyone lately. So if people have texted/IM'd/whatever else, and I haven't responded, that's why. I still don't feel like talking.. sorry.