Still Hearing Helicopters, But Not in the Funny Way
Good thing I got industrious Monday day cuz I didn't have time to update at all since then. Blargah. Since then I spent an hour at the table post Peter's class because things were getting interesting. As we 16ed (refuse to say 44U) home I read Rainbow High, which Adam provided me that day, and Peter read Shojo Beat, which my backpack had provided him, also that day.
Work was rather so and so. Apparently We have a new guy named Jose working in the back. He has aggressive hair. And knows Shanda. It would appear that if Goodwill can't keep it in the pants, it at least keeps it in the family (thank you to Bryn for that expression from Sophomore year). On the way in I talked to Stacy and her man Ryan who were purchasing some stuff on their way out. I showed her Rainbow High and we talked about some guy in the Onion saying that just because he was gay didn't mean that he had to go see the requisite gay movie. But likely would.
There were very few cars/donations... I did lots of cleaning and Monica, I'm sorry: mOnica, did pricing. Tim made some comment about how bras should be called flop stoppers. And then he was a crazy old man.
Eric came out of the office at some point and asked me if he had anything in his teeth. What followed was a series of comments of increasing innuendo and dirtyness, but he made some comment about how I'll probably put it in LJ, so I'll show him and not put it in here. Eat it.
Out on the floor I just put away priced stuff, as there was much of it. An old guy, apparently a regular, started talking to me (after I spent like half an hour salvaging the Seasonal (Holiday) section because it was suffocating itself in craptacularity). He gave me one of those 'you seem like a good kid' kind of talks. Asked my age, major, if I was in the army. Et cetera. Then he warned me about extended tours and other horse hooey that the military has been letting slide nowadays. I concluded he was in 'Nam so we talked about it. He told me lots of stuff I already knew... I had to do a tightrope walk between sounding informed and intelligent and still seeming like he was telling me new things so that he felt like he was doing me a service by educating me.
I know that when I'm old I'll want the young to both humour and value me because I'll likely be crazy.
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[pause to reply to Allie's text. We're texting this morning about Discussions and lighting candles. I just told her that I wanted to have sex with her TA Erik because he is playing Postal Service pre-class].
While cleaning up the store Josh, Kyle, and I talked about the official names assigned to some of our regulars. Crazy Wig Lady. Salt and Pepper. Crazy Crazy Lady. I recommended that not all the names start with Crazy cuz it would be more creative, but where would the whimsy be I guess...
After that I went home and there was [Allie texts that I need to "get in line"] frozen pizza and a gut wrenchingly awful episode of 7th Heaven about racism. And Nate called. And Stacy too for that matter. Nate and I went to Pegasus for a bit and back to his place where we ended up being awake for entirely too long. We got in a bit of a spat, but nothing major. Regardless I ended up getting only 2.5 hours of sleep so that did not set a good tone for the following day: yesterday: Tuesday.
Work was rather so and so. Apparently We have a new guy named Jose working in the back. He has aggressive hair. And knows Shanda. It would appear that if Goodwill can't keep it in the pants, it at least keeps it in the family (thank you to Bryn for that expression from Sophomore year). On the way in I talked to Stacy and her man Ryan who were purchasing some stuff on their way out. I showed her Rainbow High and we talked about some guy in the Onion saying that just because he was gay didn't mean that he had to go see the requisite gay movie. But likely would.
There were very few cars/donations... I did lots of cleaning and Monica, I'm sorry: mOnica, did pricing. Tim made some comment about how bras should be called flop stoppers. And then he was a crazy old man.
Eric came out of the office at some point and asked me if he had anything in his teeth. What followed was a series of comments of increasing innuendo and dirtyness, but he made some comment about how I'll probably put it in LJ, so I'll show him and not put it in here. Eat it.
Out on the floor I just put away priced stuff, as there was much of it. An old guy, apparently a regular, started talking to me (after I spent like half an hour salvaging the Seasonal (Holiday) section because it was suffocating itself in craptacularity). He gave me one of those 'you seem like a good kid' kind of talks. Asked my age, major, if I was in the army. Et cetera. Then he warned me about extended tours and other horse hooey that the military has been letting slide nowadays. I concluded he was in 'Nam so we talked about it. He told me lots of stuff I already knew... I had to do a tightrope walk between sounding informed and intelligent and still seeming like he was telling me new things so that he felt like he was doing me a service by educating me.
I know that when I'm old I'll want the young to both humour and value me because I'll likely be crazy.
...
[pause to reply to Allie's text. We're texting this morning about Discussions and lighting candles. I just told her that I wanted to have sex with her TA Erik because he is playing Postal Service pre-class].
While cleaning up the store Josh, Kyle, and I talked about the official names assigned to some of our regulars. Crazy Wig Lady. Salt and Pepper. Crazy Crazy Lady. I recommended that not all the names start with Crazy cuz it would be more creative, but where would the whimsy be I guess...
After that I went home and there was [Allie texts that I need to "get in line"] frozen pizza and a gut wrenchingly awful episode of 7th Heaven about racism. And Nate called. And Stacy too for that matter. Nate and I went to Pegasus for a bit and back to his place where we ended up being awake for entirely too long. We got in a bit of a spat, but nothing major. Regardless I ended up getting only 2.5 hours of sleep so that did not set a good tone for the following day: yesterday: Tuesday.