Oh.  Work.  I don't even know what to do anymore.  I want the promotion; I deserve the promotion; photo would be better if I got the promotion.  Still, I can feel it slipping away.  I was yelled at yesterday because I stayed later than I was supposed to.  I thought my shift was 7-4, and I left at 4:15.  My shift was supposed to end at 3.  But you know what?  In that extra hour and fifteen minutes, I developed four rolls of film.  And I did another roll, containing exactly one sellable picture, and ONLY I could have developed it because it was panoramic, and no one else knows how to do it.  So that's five rolls.  The customers wanted their pictures back that day, and I promised them they would.  Not to put down my coworkers, 'cause, really, they're pretty awesome, but had I left at 3, no photo would have gotten done.  Everyone else was working on the truck we just got in.  I guarantee you maybe a roll or two would be finished, no more.  And the panoramic picture?  Forget it.  I had to call someone else to ask how to do it.  Would they call?  Of course not.  Why would they?  The only reason I did is because I want to be photo supervisor, and I'm putting photo -- and its customers -- first.  Rar.  No one does customer service better than me.  No one comes up with cute ways to boost photo sales better than me (or...at all, really).  Just give me the promotion already.

Also at work, there was this adorable little girl who threatened to kill me with her killing power.  I could tell she was serious 'cause she was growling at me, too.   And then she spanked me.  So I did the only logical thing -- I chased her into aisle 9 and then went back to developing film.  I want a kid.  More than killing powers but less than this promotion, I want a kid.