I don’t remember the last time I was this grumpy and tired.
I work at a nearby Christian store that sells loads of books, CDs, DVDs, t-shirts, figurines and what my boss likes to call “Jesus Junk” which means the rinky-dink crap like Jesus Picks, plastic rings, gel pens, and bookmarks among other things. The job is good with good pay. I work with a bunch of girls/women, each with their own quirks and personalities. We did have one guy working with us, who was uber tall (reminding me of my German-warrior of an art teacher in high school) but he left this past week.
The con to working there is the utter lack of air conditioning in the front. We have windows making up the entire front wall as well as a set of large double doors so what little air we actually get near the front is gone in the sun and the humidity streaming in with the customers.
Today the heat was felt pretty hard as we work on turn-arounds for this month [turn-arounds: changing displays for the new sales which involves painstaking searched for signage and carrying loads of books.] The customers could feel it too, making them as grumpy as I was.
Good Books to check out:
Hollywood Nobody by Lisa Samson
(reading it now and am impressed by the nifty quirky-ness of the main character. It has a sequel called Finding Hollywood Nobody and is by the same author that wrote Bella, a book that turned into a strange movie that I couldn’t really get into but know some other people that really love it.)
We’re currently selling this new diet craze book called 1st Place 4 Health. I grabbed the brochure for my mom who is constantly trying different ways to loose weight but still hasn’t actually done anything at all. The end cap [end cap: shelving on the side of the isel where big sales are put] for this sale drove me mad last night because, as I was searching for the books to go on it (which were nowhere to be found though the computer put of the good argument that we had at least 6 of each book) I found out that everything I needed was boxed up in boxes from the warehouse and had not been stocked yet (UBER SIGH OF AGGRIVATION HERE). The books are supposed to help people (women specifically) loose weight with God-based principles (or that’s what I got from the brief scan of the brochure I did).
Speaking of diets
Trying the yogurt deal to help regulate (gross subject I know so I won’t go into it) but so far so good. Been getting apple slices and yogurt at the subway near work for my break along with my 32 oz of Raspberry tea that I have a bad habit of downing in a matter of a few minutes then having to run to the bathroom at work every ten minutes. The yogurt with the apples isn’t that bad even though the yogurt looks gray in the warehouse-style lighting of the back storage/break room.
The guys at Subway are interesting. There’s a Brit who has a great accent and good manners though he isn’t much to look at, a guy who pretty much knows my two orders by heart and knows that if I stand at one end of the counter I want my meatball sub and if I stand at the other I want my apples and yogurt, and then there’s the ick-dude that is always teasing and hits on me which makes me very uncomfortable. There should be a no-flirting law passed for work places sometimes I think. Hopefully the come-ons with stop when my beloved and I get our couple-rings.
COUPLE RINGS EXCITEMENT
DC (DC: man of my life, joy of creation, and abso-fab-erific cutie pie in the sky ^_^) and I have decided on a set of rings from a site he found, which are cheaper than the stupid looking ones at Wally World [Wally World: Wal-Mart; aka. Bane of my existence]. They (the rings) are titanium and a little concave along the band. Inside we’re getting engraved aevitas amo (forever love). I can’t wait to get them. We’re ordering when I get back at Home2 [Home2: where DC and School are; 5 hours away from Home1 where my parents live].
Quote of the day:
It is too constricting to say that you must always think outside the box; whether you are thinking inside or outside the box, you are still letting the box dictate your thoughts, are you not? What you are not acknowledgingis the honest fact that “the box” itself is figmentary, illusory. And as long as one continues to act in reaction to this perceived set of dictates, one cannot be truly original in thought.— Erica Amelia Smith, An Address as tothe Nature of the “Proper” Uses of Technology
News:
Not much to go on today except I think my house is cultivating a new species of bug…stupid flying thing scared me half out of my wits this morning…not that anyone cares. My mother has found out that the Potato is actually indigenous to South America and yet the only starches I see in my Latin-American food are rice and flour tortillas…
