Time: 11:43pm
State of Being: kind of tired. I don't know why i just don't go to bed. I guess I like staying up late just because i can.
Song lyric in my head:
current desire: youth. i guess.
where am I?: in the living room on the couch
what's that noise?: ...
soo what's been happening?
let's see. Last night was my friend, Stephanie's birthday party. Steph and I went to high school together. We were friends back then. Not good friends, but we had fun together. She ended up dating the guy i had a crush on. Yup. high school girl drama there. Every single one of my friends knew that I liked this guy. It was no secret. And I was bound and determined to get to know him better. He was awesome. Really smart. Really funny. I even worked with him. We had the same humour. It was fate. He was a senior and I was a junior. This was going to happen. .. Then one day I noticed Steph and him acting really close-ish. Then walking together. One day we were walking in the same direction through the mass of hustling students going both ways. I walked by them pretending not to see, but it was blatantly obvious. Steph calls me over to her. Saying that we should really talk about it and she was sorry. And I was mortified. She's talking about this right in front of him! She was saying things like "i know you like him, but.." And i'm at a loss for words. I said "Yes. I do like him." And turned to him, because he was RIGHT there and said "Yes I do like you." And I quickly scattered away. I think. Actually I don't remember anything else after that moment. I just realized that. Weird. We could've stayed and talked for all I know. Hrm. Now I'm curious. I haven't even mentioned this to her at all lol. I wonder what will happen if I asked her what happened. lol It was so long ago. But anyho, that was Steph. She was THAT crazy friend. You can't help but love her and want to kill her. Plus she had a wicked temper. woh!
I hadn't seen her much since I graduated high school. Maybe once or twice in ten years. But one day two years ago, I was walking our old dog, Patches (I misses Patches. He passed away a year ago), and I suddenly this face I hadn't seen in forever is heading towards the stairs too. We both go "Woh." at the same time. lol It was funny.
So now Steph lives two doors down from me. We've started talking more and more over the last couple years. She actually my contact for my illegal habits. Which seems like it should be weirder. And we've sat outside and talked a lot. So she's now actually starting to become a good friend. She's still crazy. And she still has a wicked temper. I've heard her cuss out the chinese delivery man. You can tell she's the type of person that's trying, but her craziness is her downfall.
Anywho, last night was her 30th birthday party. We went from awkward teenage girls to 30 year olds. But this girl can throw parties like she's 20. Seriously. It was really loud and full of people I didn't know. And it was on the balcony of our apartment complex. So here I am, a dorky white girl surrounded by all these drunk black guys rapping along to whatever they were playing on Pandora. Seriously, my inner social anxiety came out. I played it as cool as possible, because everyone there was awesome and really nice, but i didn't know them. And they didn't know me, but we were laughing. I was talking with Steph's boyfriend who's REALLY cool. He's such a nice guy and pretty funny too. I think he's really good for her. He lives with her so I see him now just as much as i see her. He sensed my anxiety and totally made me feel welcome. Dorky white girl syndrome.
I didn't stay too long. Even though my apartment was literally (and I mean literally, not the annoying version) 40 feet way. But anywho last night, I realized that I am definitely 30. When I was in my 20s, especially low to mid, I partied a lot. I didn't even feel like drinking last night. yup old.
So today was Father's Day. Sundays, we're open 10-6. Saturdays we're open 9-7. I work every weekend except one weekend a month. And I wake up really..just off. I'm tired, and my brain doesn't want to work. I don't think it had anything to do with the party last night. I stayed less than an hour, and actually went to bed early. After work, Russ and I go to the Carving Station to meet my dad for dinner. The Carving Station is a buffet full of really good food. Meats, vegies, other sides.. And the guy carves the meat for you right there. They catered our wedding and it was delicious. The guy who runs the place knows us and asks us if there are any babies yes every time. lol
So that was today. What else? Oh Rebecca. So I get to work on Friday and learn that Rebecca is in fact back. and not fired. Apparently her flight got cancelled and she left the airport. When she came back to get a refund or a reschedule, she found out that leaving the airport means she forfeited her ticket or something weird like that. They made her buy a new ticket which flew out on Wednesday. So she's back. Apparently not for long though, because she's moving to Tennessee in a month.
I swear our cashier position is cursed. We can't keep a cashier for anything. When they are good, they end of leaving. Or they are not good, and end of getting fired. So Rebecca is a not-so-good cashier. Do not get me wrong, she is very sweet. She's nice to everyone. But she's naive. She's 20 and acts like she's 16. And I would go into the details of her low performance skills, but it's pretty boring.
oh. today at work, i was at lunch. We only have 30 minutes, and i didn't have time to grab what i wanted for Rebecca to ring up before we close. Last minute customers. So I have to go to the front registers. And everyone knows what the lines are like at Wal-Mart. I also really don't like being out in the open in my blue and khakis because i get swarmed with questions. I don't mind helping people, but 30 minutes! So I try to ignore people waving for my attention. It sometimes works. We're not allowed to help people anyway when we're off the clock. We could actually get fired. I know. weird right. So I'm about ready to find my place in line. I only wanted an energy drink from the front coolers. Did I mention I was tired? I hear "Excuse me." And in the corner of my eye next to the jewelry desk, i see someone flagging me down. I'm trying to ignore them, because usually there's no one at the jewelry counter and people just want help. They think that every wal-mart employee has this secret access to the jewelry or instant access to the people who run it. So i'm trying to ignore him. "EXCUSE ME!" He yells louder, and I finally turn. Just say "I'm sorry. I work in the pharmacy and i'm on my break." It may have come off a little harsher than I wanted. My fatigue hindered my filter. I usually try and be more polite, and I feel really bad. He just says "oh sorry." And backs off. So I FINALLY get the the end of the check out line, ring out, and double back for the break room. I normally head out the front to hang out and escape in my car, but I just felt like being in the breakroom today. I brought my new Nook to work so I can read the new Patricia Briggs book. As I'm passing the jewelry counter, I notice maintenance there with a broom and mop. Now I feel really bad for blowing him off. I usually try and see what I can do for people, even if i'm on lunch, but the one few time I didn't, maintenance was called.
During work too, I got this weird phone call. It started off "8 years ago, I started getting back pain.." Then he proceeded to go into the story of how he ended up in rehab and wants vicodin, but when he said it, he pronounced every syllable with more emphasis. Then he has migraines, and his cellmate has migraines, and they gave him librium which made him feel better. So red flag is going off. prank call. And so I just go with it. I'm kind of bored anyway. It was a slow day. But then he just kept going on and on an on, and nothing I said would get him off. He had another question about everything. I was trying to tell him that this isn't a question for the pharmacy and he needs to go to a doctor. He kept saying he doesn't want to go to a doctor and added another chapter to his crazy life story. I finally hung up on him after I said "okay, so when you go to the doctor, get a prescription, bring it here, THEN we can answer any question we can about those medications, but right now we cannot help you. Please see a doctor."
Weird.
oh. he had an English accent. Probably a factor as to why i kept talking to him. lol.
peace!
-mel-
12:32am
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