Pen & Paper

 2:07am
Listening to: my acoustic playlist

Lee’s sick so I’m texting him (how that’s supposed to make him feel better, I’m not sure). Since the wifi on my ipod doesn’t reach back by my computer (interference from the anteana & bridge maybe?), I’m hand writing this w/plans to type it up before I head off to bed. I miss hand writing stuff, since I don’t do it much these days.

I had three days off in a row earlier on. It felt weird to have that many days off in a row. I got a lot of stuff done (including shipping my phone off to LG). I hung out w/Alicia too, which was a blast, as always. However, by the third day, I was bored as hell. I’m such a workaholic. If I go too long w/o working, I don’t know what the hell to do w/myself.

I think I missed my calling as a teacher. I’ve already trained in one closing manager this year, now I’m in the process of training in a second one. I’ve closed w/him fewer than 10 nights (training, that is). Tonight I had him do EVERYTHING by himself. This includes temps, tills, running supper, inventory, dealing w/customer complaints, deposit, & ALL the closing bookwork. I was pleased, both w/myself & his progress. When my boss said that he spoke highly of me & my teaching methods, all I could do was laugh. At 27 years of age, I still such at taking compliments.

I was wrong about Rebecca being the anonymous note leaver. Damn it, I was SO sure! But I confronted her about it, & well, she’s just to stupid to lie that well. Now I have to decide if I’ll go back to having Friends Only entries or just really censoring myself in here. I hate the idea of both, so I’m considering just not writing in here at all until I figure out who it is for certain. The whole thing just makes me annoyed w/people in general. I keep thinking that if it wasn’t a big deal, the person would just tell me who they are. So, obviously, it is a big deal & they have good reason for not wanting me to know who they are. I know, I know, I over analyze EVERYTHING.

The antibiotics that I’ve been taking have been giving me crazy ass, confusing dreams. Tons of them, at least two a night (that I can recall). I wonder if that’s normal. I’ll be happy when it’s two weeks from now & I don’t have to take them anymore. They’ve been killing my appetite, energy level, & stomach.

Sadly, I’m not going to see Filter on the 11th. I was mislead, thought tickets were $70. Turns out they’re $10!!! Now, b/c I’m a jackass & didn’t just call the venue myself, I’m stuck working that night, to boot, I’m training that new manager that night. *sigh*  &$#@!!! (pick whichever four-letter expletive you like). I’m a dumb bastard. Oh well, I’ll get over it. Lesson learned. When in doubt about ticket prices, call the venue that the show is at.
 

Despite feeling so emotionally disconnected from the rest of the world (people especially), I’ve felt such an extreme affection for certain people today. I’d name them off but that’s lame & cheesy. Chances are that they already know who they are. Today is one of those days that, despite the stupidity & lack of consideration I’ve encountered, I feel an immense love for the little things that make people who they are. It makes me smile. Moments like this are what makes living life worth all the bullshit.

Peace.