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January 6, 2012

you try to compromise (read: you fail at compromise)

Kaleigh's shift should have ended about thirty minutes ago, and when I pointed out that she was still there, she offered to stay so I could leave.

This was nice as I actually did need to leave to clean my room, a project that has been taking longer than any normal clean-up would be, but I also needed the last hour of work.  My hours have been shortened.  Besides, the closing hour is always my favorite.  I hate being denied it when I've worked an entire day.

But I also hate being affirmative apparently.

When Kaleigh posed that she take the rest of the hour, I offered that we rock paper scissors to see who stays.

Now, I don't mean to brag, but this might have been unfair because I'm pretty in tune with the logic of rock-paper-scissors.  I can guess what the next person will put out simply by logic and, of course, tapping into the psychic universe.

But I think Kaleigh has the same gift because we kept getting the same thing.

How did we come to the conclusion then?

I thought aloud how I should leave but how I wanted to stay until Kaleigh was either too frightened by this insane girl saying things like, "But if you stay then I lose the hour and I need an hour this week because I lost some.  But it's almost closing time.  I think you would want to stay--" or she realized that she was wasting her time by standing there listening.

Either way, I got that golden closing hour.

I guess I need to just resort to my insanity before using rock-paper-scissors to control people.