I'm annoyed that my stupid supervisors have waited this long to give me more hours. They ask me to stay later and joke that they're doing it so I can have money for the honeymoon. Or they'll ask me to pick up a shift, or two, or three and smile knowingly like we're in on something together: 'These three hours you just agreed to will most assuredly pay for fine dining and souvenirs. You're welcome.'
If these hours are available a month before I'm leaving the country, why were they not available two months before? Or three? Or ever? You hapless retards.
In other news, we're buying cheap-ish announcements but I'm making the invites. There aren't a lot of people coming (fingers crossed, not that I don't want people to celebrate but I'm not a big-party person) so it's not a time consuming thing. I wanted to make them originally but then we ended up with a crazy guest list and I was all, fuck that. And then we cut the list in 3/4 and now I get to make them again. My brother off-handedly suggested that they should be on this stationary that I have but the colours don't match so I'm getting some pretty stamps and some ink, and I'm reception invitation-ing up this place! ... whatever that means.
