She’s Staring At The Shadows, Dancing On The Wall.

I have worked 24.5 hours this week at the lab.  And for all of those 24.5 hours, I have been sick.  SO sick, in fact, that I went to the doctor I hate, after three years of not seeing her.  I really don’t like this woman, I’m not kidding you.  Or at least, I didn’t.

She seemed different the other day, just the way she was talking to me even.  It was almost like she stopped talking to me like I was 10, and that’s what I really hated.  She talked down to me, or at least she used to.  I almost liked seeing her, because she treated me so much better than I remember her ever doing before.

Anyways.  Last week, I made over a thousand dollars before taxes, and this week, over six hundred.  We’ll see how much I got paid soon enough.

Since I’ve been sick since last Thursday (not the 15th, but the 8th of March), I missed last Saturday’s shift at Rona, and I called in for tomorrow’s with a doctor’s note.

To be completely honest, I’m thinking of quitting Rona altogether.  I  mean, I like the place.  I like flirting with Trevor in Electrical, and having work-unfriendly-moments with one of the managers while at work, and I like talking to Kruger when I actually see him, and laughing with Mark, and calling Tim from the Yard a fibber when he calls me one.  I like flashing a little bit of cleavage at the male customers and making people laugh at the lack of service in the store.  I like it there, I really do.  But working at the lab now…

It’s like… I don’t know.  I enjoy myself at Rona.  If I stay, if I take more hours, they’ll make me a head cashier (probably, since it should’ve been me last time they promoted two girls, but my hours were so few that they couldn’t take me), which is a dollar raise.  But I’m making more money right now in two weeks at the lab than I make in almost two months at Rona.  So why stay?

Other than that, I have next to no news right now.  Cindy and her boyfriend Ryan are going to Red Deer this weekend and will get to see Cecile and Jenna, and I haven’t spoken to either of the latter two since the weekend at Cindy’s place in February.

Maybe I’ll call Cecile on Sunday.  Maybe I’ll get up the balls to write an email, the first from any of the Seven since we finished…

I’ve been so messed up emotionally lately.  Part of it was – boys, close your eyes or pretend you didn’t read this – PMS, but that’s passed now, and I’m still all frantic and pathetic and soggy and I hate being like this.  It’s all the cold medicine, I swear, it makes me weepy and blech-ish.  I haven’t been online in almost a week because I’ve been so tired from work and being sick and I don’t even really have enough energy to write this, but I do it anyways because I feel like I need to get all this unimportant shit out.

I’m sure you don’t care though, seeing how in the last four entries I’ve had a whopping ZERO notes.  Thanks, folks.  You get both a colour-scheme-change and a new entry, and if I get no notes on this one, I might just quit altogether.

Fine, I’ll add one more little bit of incentive to leave me notes.  Or two or three, maybe.

Pictures that is…

And for that, at the very least, I should get a note or two.  If I don’t, I’ll really be unhappy with you all.  And I will pretend you do not exist.  Or something equally childish. 

– she’s the new york city skyline – the damnwells –