A day in the Life. (Long)

A dream. It’s a scream. But not that type of scream. It’s the kind that makes you not want to wake up. It’s the kind that powers your hand as it flies for the Snooze Button. The kind of power that you dreamt you had. To stop time. But unfortunately, you can’t, so you have to get up and goto work. You feel sick. Then, she calls. I get to speak to her for 15 minutes, which is nice, but it’s not as good as holding her.

“Did you sleep well last night?”
“Yeah”
“Did you make it to work on time?” — see, she has to wake up at 3:45am to get to work.
“Yeah, I did. Forgot my damn socks at your house though. Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah, but that’s ok. Remember how I said ‘I love you, have a good day’ and you hugged me?”
“No?”
“Oh. Probably my dream then. I love you, have a good day!”
[Laugh]
“Last night after you went to bed, when I went to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, you took a while, what were you doing?”
“Sitting in a fetal position out my door.”
“WHAT?!”
“I didn’t want you to worry. I felt like shit, still do. Think I’m going to the doctor today.”

Once you get to Best Buy, it’s about 9:45. Give or take 5 minutes. You listen to the managers in the morning meeting.

There’s always a morning meeting.

So, you deal with it. You listen, you hear the numbers, you hear the Americanized proverbs. You put your hand in the middle, count to three, and yell something mundane.

Of course, you’re hungry. But it’s only 10. Paul just walked in, good. 3 people on today to start in your dept. Makes it easier. Day starts out normal. line of about 15 people outside, they rush in to buy nothing in particular, they’re in a hurry to look around. So you let them.

“If you have any questions or need something explained, just ask me. That’s what I’m here for.”

[In broken English] “Thanks.”

…

“So, you felt that bad? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Well, it was late, and you had to be up in a few hours. I wanted you to get some sleep. I was ok once I got back in bed and relaxed.”
“Is everything OK?”
“I don’t know yet. That’s what the doc’s gonna tell me.”
“Ok, well, I have to go back to work. Um… just let me know if anything develops. I love you.”
“I love you too, and I will. Bye bye.”
“Bye”

[end.]

Occasionally some cool older people will come in to chat. It’s sort of sad because they come in because they have nothing to do, nobody to see. Everyone they loved has gone. These are the best ones. Not cause they have lots of money, I don’t sell them a damn thing–I’m not a very good salesman–Instead, I talk. They listen. They Talk. I listen.

No luck today though. Only Soccer moms, and the frantic browsers.

Some people. They spend their whole life worrying about their death that they forget to live. But that’s another story.

There’s a business lackey sent to pick up a computer. He gets the lowest possible computer. An E-Machine. 256MB of RAM. 2.53 GHz Celeron processor. 80GB HDD. Only nice part is the 533FSB, but even that is lacking in areas, as the RAM is only 2700. No service, doesn’t even want the printer. See, If he bought the printer he’d actually save money, but he doesn’t understand the concept of things being packaged and rebates. He speaks in broken English too. Oh well, his loss. The fucker. He hurt our numbers. Next time, goto Circuit City.

Nobody realizes you get what you pay for in computers. You pay for a high end, you get high end performance and reliability. You pay $300, you’ll pay another $300 for a new one in 3 months. It’s not a difficult concept. But nobody can grasp it. Oh well.

My pants start vibrating. Don’t know who is calling yet. They left a message. I’ll check later. Later, it was Drew? Oh man. It’s gonna be a long evening.

A lady comes in. She needs a tower AND notebook. I show her the notebooks first then towers. She decides to get the notebook today, and bring her current computer in to get upgraded. She got service. She’s awesome. I’ll see her tomorrow.

12 Rolls around. Noon. I ask Jody when she’s gonna go on break, she was there first. She said 12:30. Perfect. My girlfriends done at 1, I can talk to her on break. Wait, Jody can’t go on break yet. Matt hasn’t got someone to cover his area. LP. You see, that’s Jody’s fiancé. So I can go whenever. She’ll go after me. After all, I sold service.

Our numbers are awesome, despite the lackey from before. 30% accy. 10.89% PSP(!!)

Sweet.

I goto lunch at 12:45.

First things first, gotta hear what Drew has to say today. Oh good, it’s Drews Mother. Ok. She wants me to do her website for her. Great. Some extra cash. I give her a call right back.

“Well, let’s meet tonight so I can go over everything you’ll need for me to get rolling.”
“Ok, my office is…”

I goto lunch. Fazzoli’s. Fast food Italian. I helped the owner with computer problems before. He was here today, he remember me.

“Hey honey. Just calling to say Hello and that I’m on break. Was hoping to get ahold of you…”*BEEP*

I take a look.

“And I did! In fact, your calling me now. I just wasted a minute of your life. Sorry! Talk to you in a second!” – Click – “Hello!”
“Hey!”
“How ya doing?”
“Pretty tired. Started draggin around noon. So, is everything ok?”
“Well, I still feel sick. Just got off the phone with Drew’s mom. Gonna meet her tonight to do a website.”
“Oh well that’s good.”
*reel over in pain* “groan.”
“Right?”
“Yeah, that’s good. But hey, listen I gotta finish eating. I’ll call ya later.”

I eat. I feel sick. The standard nausea sets in. lasts only until 2:30 today. It’s a good day.

4:15 rolls around, not soon enough, I high tail it out of there. I go home. Call her. No answer. Leave a message. Call her again when I arrive home. No answer, no message.

I write 3 text messages to send her at once. Delete them all.

I chat with friends, and look at webmd.com. Not good.

5:15 comes, I leave to meet Drew’s mother. I go over things with her, until about 7. She’s going to pay me by buying me stuff for my computer. just as good as cash, I say. I leave, I goto the doctor. It’s closed. I call Cassie.

“Hey, it’s me again. Just saying hi, what’s up. Probably out with your sis—“*BEEP* it’s her. “Never mind, you’re calling me. That’s two minutes today.”-click-“Hey honey.”
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Doctors. Gonna go into Urgent Care. How are you?”
“Alright. At WalMart with my sister.”
“Ah cool.”
“So, what’s the deal, are you OK?”
“I’m not sure.”
I proceed to explain my health situation while she awkwardly acknowledges it without leading onto her sister. Her sister is a little overbearing at times.
“Ok honey. Well, I know you can’t reply, but I love you.” Her sister would freak out at her, and twist it into something bad to her parents, never allowing Cassie and I to be together. So, we just don’t say it around her family. Yet.
“You too, gimmie call when you’re done at the doc.”
“Will do. Adios.”
*click*

I goto the doctors. Urgent care. I stare at the sign.

“If you have been waiting
for more then 20 minutes,
please inform the receptionist.”

Assholes. I’ve been waiting for 50 minutes, and there is no receptionist. Oh well. I see the doc. I get to wear a gown. Joy. Gonna need a warm shower when I get home. The doctor comes in with 3 things. Needles, drugs, and a tiny wire with a tiny cotton swab on the end. He inserts, spins for 3 seconds, and it’s out.

Make that two hot showers.

They need to give me a shot. In my ass.

Three.

But, The nurses we’re a riot.

“This here means he needs a RED and a TPC.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“OK sir, you can follow me, hang your coat up right here.”

I read the sign.

“I will not cry, I will not feint.
Even if there’s blood, even if
there’s stitches. I won’t be quaint.
For I am the nurse. I am the nurse.

IAMTHENURSE . I am”

What the fuck?
Whatever.

She took the first one.
I see 3 tubes. My blood pours into it. I’m enthralled. I smirk, look at her, looking at the sign. The other nurse chimes in.

“Oh, you were right! No RED. 2 TPC’s though.”

Wait, what?

“Don’t worry.”

Uh…

She fills up the second tube.

“How many of these…”
“Three.”
“Okay…”
“Are you doing ok?” She takes off the tourniquet.
“Yeah, not dizzy or anything.” Aside from whatever kind of fucked up prank your playing that is… “No drinking for me tonight.”

She doesn’t get it. Oh well.

I leave. My ass is sore.

I call Cassie, tell her what’s up. Goto Cub to get my prescription filled. They closed 10 minutes ago, the pharmacy anyways. Shit. Talk to Terry, he might stop by later. Cool.

I goto Walgreens. Get it filled. $80. Damn.

I go home. I need food. I call my mom; tell her what’s up, and my dad. I get home, I get some Pepsi, reheat some food, and eat slowly so I don’t get too sick. I take the pills prescribed. All 8. Originally it was gonna be 4, but they didn’t make then in 500mg tablets, only 250mg. So I had to pay twice as much. Fuckers.

They taste bad, oh well, down em all at once. I read my friends diaries. I’m mentioned a few times. I talk to a few friends about my health, and now, I’m here. It’s time for my shower, first of many to come. Or maybe not. I’ll try a bath, my ass hurts too much. Anyone who’s have a antibiotic in the ass knows what I mean. Relax.

Breath.

1, 2, 3. Stomache hurts. Nauseas back.

Time for shower.

As always,
James
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