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I just got home from work a half hour ago. 10:30 to 6. Except six turned into seven because some dumbfuck decided to lock their stuff in the locker I was occupying. All I had in there was my time card. I guess I’ll bring a change of clothes from now on. JESUS! So I couldn’t punch out and I ended up having to find a manager and filling out a manual time-in/time-out sheet. Ms. Billou said she’d take care of it personally. I am pretty pissed about it, really, because it’s bullshit. What a fucking idiot. So, yeah, I had to stand around the Customer Service desk for an hour waiting for Ms. Billou to sign the sheet-Mrs. Krauss finally did it or maybe she had Jim do it. Either way I left. Mom was waiting for me, but I didn’t see her and ended up walking around the parking garage thrice. Then I went in and found her. My feet are killing me. First they were numb and now they are sore. Even my toe nails are sore. My hips hurt earlier before break. I learned how to make pretzels today. Those are fun. Seriously, they are. When the dough isn’t bad. I smiled so much today. Even was so dead and Sam called me perky. I was like, “Honestly, I am tired, sore, and I want to go home. I’m just boosting the morale.” I could have gone home at like 4 or 4:30, but I decided to stay instead of calling my mom. Kelly [one of the supervisors] said it was up to me. Maybe I should have just gone home-maybe I could have saved my time card. Oh well.
I told Mom, “I am fresh out of smiles now.” She said, “Oh, well then maybe I shouldn’t tell you Josh called. Three times.” I was like “My Josh-Boy?” as if I know a million Joshes who would call. She said, “Yes, your St. Francis Boy” and apparently I busted into a big smile. So I finally get home and I call him. He’s like “Are you working today?” I said, “I just got off.” Apparently he was at the mall earlier, he said he should have stopped by to see me. I shrugged [even though he can’t see that] and said, “I’m working tomorrow, too.” He asked what time and I said from 10:30 to 5. I don’t care if he comes by and says hi as long as he’s not a nuisance. Shit, I don’t care if he wants to hang out in the mall for 15-20 minutes during my break [I get thirty-three minutes, but I have to put into consideration the punch-in/punch-out process]. Just as long as he realizes I can’t get friendly with him or let him get friendly with me because I’ll still be in my uniform, minus the apron and hat. You know what I mean by “friendly.” So, anyway, he and his dad were going to the Andersons, so he’s like “Hey, can I call you back?” I started whining. Something like, “Why? … I want to go to sleep. No, actually, I want to die. I hurt. Where are you going?” “The Andersons. Did you miss me that much?” “I don’t know. Sure, I miss you. I also almost miss being unemployed. I’m tired and in pain.” He’s like “Well I’ll call you back. It won’t take long. I promise.” I said okay and we said our goodyes. It’s been an hour and he still hasn’t called me back. I’ve been writing this for a half-hour. [In between changing clothes and walking around].
::thinks:: If he wants to hang out I should probably just tell him to do so after work. Because then I can change and I don’t have to worry about whether I can be around the kid in public or not. Wow, that sounds bad. But, hey, he’s not my boyfriend and as far as I’m concerned he never will be. [For multiple reasons. Then again, I guess that’s how it always is with me-there are multiple reasons why I wouldn’t date someone and one of those are usually, “I care about him.”]
Alright, Mom needs the computer.
Increase the peace…
Meet me in outer space
I will hold you close, if you’re afraid of heights
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
That I can show you how it feels to be inside of you…-- Incubus, Stellar
I told Mom, “I am fresh out of smiles now.” She said, “Oh, well then maybe I shouldn’t tell you Josh called. Three times.” I was like “My Josh-Boy?” as if I know a million Joshes who would call. She said, “Yes, your St. Francis Boy” and apparently I busted into a big smile. So I finally get home and I call him. He’s like “Are you working today?” I said, “I just got off.” Apparently he was at the mall earlier, he said he should have stopped by to see me. I shrugged [even though he can’t see that] and said, “I’m working tomorrow, too.” He asked what time and I said from 10:30 to 5. I don’t care if he comes by and says hi as long as he’s not a nuisance. Shit, I don’t care if he wants to hang out in the mall for 15-20 minutes during my break [I get thirty-three minutes, but I have to put into consideration the punch-in/punch-out process]. Just as long as he realizes I can’t get friendly with him or let him get friendly with me because I’ll still be in my uniform, minus the apron and hat. You know what I mean by “friendly.” So, anyway, he and his dad were going to the Andersons, so he’s like “Hey, can I call you back?” I started whining. Something like, “Why? … I want to go to sleep. No, actually, I want to die. I hurt. Where are you going?” “The Andersons. Did you miss me that much?” “I don’t know. Sure, I miss you. I also almost miss being unemployed. I’m tired and in pain.” He’s like “Well I’ll call you back. It won’t take long. I promise.” I said okay and we said our goodyes. It’s been an hour and he still hasn’t called me back. I’ve been writing this for a half-hour. [In between changing clothes and walking around].
::thinks:: If he wants to hang out I should probably just tell him to do so after work. Because then I can change and I don’t have to worry about whether I can be around the kid in public or not. Wow, that sounds bad. But, hey, he’s not my boyfriend and as far as I’m concerned he never will be. [For multiple reasons. Then again, I guess that’s how it always is with me-there are multiple reasons why I wouldn’t date someone and one of those are usually, “I care about him.”]
Alright, Mom needs the computer.
Increase the peace…
Meet me in outer space
I will hold you close, if you’re afraid of heights
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
That I can show you how it feels to be inside of you…-- Incubus, Stellar