so i want you to know that i stabbed myself with a starbucks milk thermometer. not on purpose, mind you. i don't think i could ever be masochistic because i really don't enjoy pain. i will admit that my threshhold for pain has notably increased since i started working at starbucks. and i knew it probably would have to, since i have this tendency to burn myself. also not on purpose. sometimes i will be getting coffee for a customer and someone will bump into me or i will hit my arm on the counter and spill it all over my hand. 190 degree coffee on my arm. and i can't drop the coffee because that would make a mess. i have to grit my teeth and smile through the pain so that the customer might feel obliged to tip more after watching the freak show. but anyway, about the milk thermometer. i was putting a clip on it so that it would clip nicely onto the steamed milk containers, but i did something wrong and ended up stabbing my palm with the sharp end. and drawing blood. bad news: i have a cut on my palm. good news: i don't have a fever.

you should be in chicago right now. the weather is so beautiful. seriously. 80 degrees, sunshine, a little humid but not too bad. the only bad thing is that my allergies are killing me. seriously, i feel like my face is going to implode. so maybe you don't want to be here. allergens are drifting through the air like fish in the sea. it's not fun.

so the Y finally took my expired Y pass. i had a membership at one of the locations in a nearby suburb, and when i signed up i had it arranged for the Y to draft the needed funds from my checking account every month to pay for the pass. well, due to some fault of theirs, they never got my account number in right and never ended up drafting money from my account. once i realized this i went in to correct the problem. they reentered my numbers and said that since it was their fault that they hadn't charged me for the past three months that they would give me another free three months. which is only reasonable, seeing as how they greatly inconvenienced me by not charging me for three months. but okay. so three months goes by, and still the money is not being drafted from my checking account, and by this time i found a different Y that was closer to my house, so i started going there and was too lazy to make the trek back to the Y where my membership was actually from to try and once again correct the misunderstanding. well, during the spring my dad got a family Y membership which i am included on, so i really didn't need my own. but i was never getting charged for the card i had and it was still working, so i decided to keep using it until it didn't work anymore. well, my friends, that day has come. apparently the Y that my membership was from went out of business (i imagine because they never charged their clients), so when i went into my usual YMCA a few days ago, they noticed where my card was from and stopped me. i explained the situation, but for some reason the employee was rather angry with me.

"don't give her pass back!" she said to the woman who initially swiped my card, "she hasn't paid for her membership!" like it's my fault that the Y didn't charge me when i gave them the needed info and even tried to correct the dilemma. give me a break. the funny thing is, she let me in to work out without any coaxing on my part. even funnier, i have to have my card to get into the cardio/weight facility. yeeeeeah... good times at the Y. i'll need to get proof of membership from dad now.

i'm off. take care and don't do anything i wouldn't do.