Apparently, I’m awesome.

I hit an emotional bump prior to employment. I did some writing in my journal, and otherwise dealt with it. But, point is, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be doing drive-thru.

I’ve been joking to myself that employment is almost like zone-out time, because I tend not to think about other things while I’m there. My mood slightly rose.

So it’s maybe a half hour in, and I hear from my assistant GM, “We got a call about you the other day.” Erica comes over, “We’re very disappointed in you!” Now, I know when they’re dicking with me. They’re trying to make me think I’m in trouble, when in reality, it’s nothing at all. It’s annoying, but it’s what they do. Apparently a woman called because, as she said, I was the first genuine smile she’s seen in drive-thru in ages. Something like that. I can’t say I’m surprised, as I can be absurdly perky at times. Also, I’m big on eye contact.

I joked, “So apparently I’m awesome at drive-thru. Does that mean I’ll be stuck here forever?”

Ha ha. Okay, that sounded better at the moment. Oh well, whatever. I am made of awesome.

I feel better now, I suppose. I’m sitting in my undies, and I doubt I’ll further dress this evening. Oh right, I need to eat. Hrm. Damn it. Always something I need to do. Eating is such a bother. And I need to sleep at a nominal hour, as I’m going to be moving inanimate objects in the morning.

Oh. I’m guessing Trisha was fired due to yet another no-call no-show. I knew she reminded me of Liz for a reason. Ha ha. Good, I’m glad, I hate people that don’t show up.

My headphones broke. I’ve resorted to using – gasp – my stereo. Since yanking Physical Graffiti last week, Garage Inc. disc 1 has been invigorating my mood rather well.

I have 2965 entries on my OD. Well, 2966 with this one. I’ve been debating writing something for my 3000th, maybe in the spirit of my 1000th. (Swan Song) We’ll see.

Anyway, food. It’s Go-Time.