"Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off..."
I'm laying on the couch, in the living room of the apartment of which I just signed a one year lease. I'll get to that later, the lease that is. But right now I'm laying on the couch watching Closer. I love this movie. I have watched it countless times and am still not tired of it.
Today was a good day. Tiring, but good. Today/tonight is the first time in three weeks that I've worked a double-shift. And it felt good. I've missed working night-shift. It's been nothing but day-shifts for the past three weeks (except for the night I turned twenty-one). Day-shift is so laid-back compared to night-shift and I'd forgotten how different night-shift is. The atmosphere is different. There's more energy, everyone's in a better, more hyped-up mood, and it's a lot louder. And goddamn did I miss my night girls. For the past three weeks the only time I've seen them is when I'm getting dressed at eight and they're getting ready to go out on the floor. Carmen, Cali, Krymson, Skylar, Mercedes, Angel, Mary Jane, and so many others. Two to two is a rough shift, but I'm so happy to be working it again. They're not close friends, with a few exceptions, but they're still friends and I've missed them. It was great to finally be able to hang out/work with them again. And, I'll admit, the tips are better on night-shift and I love that too. I'm trying to express how excited I am to be on night-shift again, have been all night, and I haven't been able to adequately describe it. I suppose it's such a personal happiness that I can't put it into words. It's a little strange that work makes me this happy, but it does. That's one of the things I like most about my job. I adore it. I know so many people who are unhappy with their jobs, don't have fun at their jobs, want new jobs, and that's not me. It's great.
Now, onto this lease business. My whole life I've moved back and forth between Des Plaines and Cherry Valley/Rockford. Since I was sixteen, I don't think I've gone a whole year in just one of those towns. And now I've gone and signed a lease, for a year. I've finally committed to something. It's a big step for me, and pretty scary. I mean, I know I have the option of buying my way out of the lease, but that's pushing it. This is the largest committment I've made in a long time, possibly my entire life. And it's something I did on my own. That blows my mind. Am I growing up? Becoming responsible? Or is it just another new thing I'm trying out? I don't know, but I wish I did.
I guess I don't have that much to write about. My dad goes back to work on Monday, so I'm very happy about that. It might be too tiring for him, but at least he feels up to trying. Test results show that the chemo is helping slightly, which is a great sign because that means that it will, hopefully, keep helping and eventually he'll be in remission. I guess that's about it.
Today was a good day. Tiring, but good. Today/tonight is the first time in three weeks that I've worked a double-shift. And it felt good. I've missed working night-shift. It's been nothing but day-shifts for the past three weeks (except for the night I turned twenty-one). Day-shift is so laid-back compared to night-shift and I'd forgotten how different night-shift is. The atmosphere is different. There's more energy, everyone's in a better, more hyped-up mood, and it's a lot louder. And goddamn did I miss my night girls. For the past three weeks the only time I've seen them is when I'm getting dressed at eight and they're getting ready to go out on the floor. Carmen, Cali, Krymson, Skylar, Mercedes, Angel, Mary Jane, and so many others. Two to two is a rough shift, but I'm so happy to be working it again. They're not close friends, with a few exceptions, but they're still friends and I've missed them. It was great to finally be able to hang out/work with them again. And, I'll admit, the tips are better on night-shift and I love that too. I'm trying to express how excited I am to be on night-shift again, have been all night, and I haven't been able to adequately describe it. I suppose it's such a personal happiness that I can't put it into words. It's a little strange that work makes me this happy, but it does. That's one of the things I like most about my job. I adore it. I know so many people who are unhappy with their jobs, don't have fun at their jobs, want new jobs, and that's not me. It's great.
Now, onto this lease business. My whole life I've moved back and forth between Des Plaines and Cherry Valley/Rockford. Since I was sixteen, I don't think I've gone a whole year in just one of those towns. And now I've gone and signed a lease, for a year. I've finally committed to something. It's a big step for me, and pretty scary. I mean, I know I have the option of buying my way out of the lease, but that's pushing it. This is the largest committment I've made in a long time, possibly my entire life. And it's something I did on my own. That blows my mind. Am I growing up? Becoming responsible? Or is it just another new thing I'm trying out? I don't know, but I wish I did.
I guess I don't have that much to write about. My dad goes back to work on Monday, so I'm very happy about that. It might be too tiring for him, but at least he feels up to trying. Test results show that the chemo is helping slightly, which is a great sign because that means that it will, hopefully, keep helping and eventually he'll be in remission. I guess that's about it.