good feelings
Damn am I tired. It's good though, because it's how I'm supposed to be feeling. And for once I wasn't tired all day, though I was for half the day. For once I felt like I was awake today. I'm pretty sure it was the lack of sleep that did it, as crazy as that sounds.
Last night was good. Work was ok. Now I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep, but I'm holding out until a decent time so I don't wake up super early tomorrow.
Last night really was good. Even though I don't think I like the party girl much, or that she likes me much either. Not that I know that for sure, I've never really had anything to do with her. I only really know her through Melissa, and the fact that Mark and her and everyone else work in the same place. But even though they do, Mark and his "home" people don't really associate with the "apparel" people. Well they do, but there's clear, distinct groups most of the time. It was funny though, after a little awkwardness I felt more at home with a few of those girls than I have in a while, with the exception of Ally and Charlotte.
We started off at the girl's place, and it was a house party in all meanings of the word. It was awesome. I've never been to a real house party, just birthdays in backyards and stuff. There was so much alcohol there, and the music was so loud, and there were people everywhere. Most of them I didn't know, but I got the impression that there were lots of groups that didn't really know anyone else. As well as her farewell party, they were also doing an 18th. I don't know who she was though, someone I'd never met, and probably someone not from Mark's work because he didn't know her either. I hung around with the people that I knew, Mark's friends, which I'm actually really cool about now. I love them. They're my friends too now. Well, most of them anyway. Daniel wasn't there, which, actually doesn't really bother me anymore. I'm over all that shit.
I've decided to name the girl that Mark tried to get into bed, and then decided to give up, and is now just friends with, and they text like crazy, and so on and so on. Her name will now be Azaria. Just because it's so pretty. And I love weird, unusual, exotic names. Not so much weird though, just exotic. And the girl that was there that night at my place when they all stayed up until 6am will be named Eliza.
I ended up hanging with Azaria most of the night. She was like my new best friend, it was quite cool. It was really funny though, after that night that her and Eliza stayed here she was talking to me on Facebook asking me if I liked her or not because she thought I looked at her weird one night when we were out. Mark was like "is she asking you if you like her? Isn't that how you feel about her?" because I thought she didn't like me and thought I was crazy. But apparently we both don't hate each other, so now we're friends I guess.
I lost Mark early at the party, he went off with the boys and I hung with Azaria and talked to people and drank and danced and took photos and whatever. We were there for about two hours when the Bundy Bus (the bus from the local pub that picks you up if you're having a party and takes you to the pub for free) so we all stumbled onto the bus to go to the pub. Mark sat on the back with Eliza and Craig (this really awesome kid that works in home entertainment, he is so awesome when he is drunk) and a few others. I got on the bus and Eliza was like "oh Trina did you want to sit here?" and I was like "nah it's cool" and sat with Azaria. We took photos on the bus and sang songs that some random guy started and Azaria danced on the pole and tried to land on Mark and Eliza on the back seat and good times were had by all.
When we got to the pub more dancing and photos ensued, with the night being an overall success. I danced with Azaria and Eliza and a few other girls and I had so much fun. I've never felt more comfortable with anyone at the pub, save Ally and Charlotte. I get really weird around other people, because I feel like they all don't like me and that I'm crazy and that they don't really want to dance with me and they'd rather I disappeared. Sometimes even Melissa made me feel like that, especially before she left this time last year. It was like that with Andie, because Andie had Hannah, and Nat didn't like dancing much and blah blah blah. I thought I'd found the kids I could dance with ages ago when I was friends with the girl who worked in the deli, but then she moved away, so then I was left with no one. But now I have Azaria and Eliza who'll dirty dance with me and know that I'm not trying to hit on them or something. I'm sure that Mark would have let it slip that I was into girls, not that I've ever mentioned being interested in either of them, or any of Mark's other friends for that matter. And I'm not. Except one that I don't know who's like 16 and has this awesome piercing and is so hot and yea, she reminds me of Sarah actually, if that means anything to anyone.
Not as many people as I expected were out. Hayley didn't come, because she closed and her boyfriend works two jobs and they just really weren't bothered. Which is a damn good excuse if you ask me. I didn't see Nat, but Mark told me she was out. It was kind of quiet out, but I did leave early. There wasn't a DJ either, there were bands for the festival. Not really country bands, but bands all the same. I left at about 11:30pm, and managed to get a taxi right out the front of the pub. I didn't think about it, but when we were driving I realised I didn't know where the taxi rank would be considering that all the main streets had been blocked off for the festival. And I didn't really want to catch a taxi either, but I did. I was considering just walking, but then again I also didn't factor in the drunk country music people in the main street. I'm kind of glad I didn't walk. It was a really cool night last night, so I got to sleep with no problems. Some time during the morning I woke up and Mark was there. He grumbled when my alarm went off at 6:15am.
Work was long today, and boring. And I was awake at the beginning, tired in the middle of the day, and awake at the end of the day. Ally was there when I went on lunch. It was good to catch up. Some loser shoved a chicken in my face because it was off, which was so not cool. I just walked away though. To me it didn't smell that bad, but I could tell that it was off. There was no need to shove it right in my face. Just saying "it's off" or "it smells bad" is quite enough. I couldn't really go back after that. I was somewhere between really offended and quite amused. The girls in express couldn't stop giggling, but they didn't have the chicken shoved in their face. Like, you wouldn't just go up to some random person in the street and shove an off chicken in their face. I'm no different, just because I wear a uniform and am standing behind a desk. He was really rude too, like unnecessarily rude. I hate people like that. Rudeness actually makes us less happy to serve you, because you irritate us. People seem to forget that actual people man the check outs and service desks. One day I'm going to talk back to a customer, and they'll die of surprise because, oh my god, I'm an actual person as well. If only I wouldn't get busted for it.
The day was so long. Joe was in a highly motivated mood, and decided to make me clean the smoke shop. I wasn't in a cleaning mood, so I didn't do anything. He probably won't be happy about that, but he didn't notice at the time. He wants the whole thing spotless, and is trying to give us a new routine for cleaning. For one, he isn't the manager. And two, we get a refit in like eight weeks, and we get a whole new smoke shop, so what's the point of cleaning this one? I know it's horribly dirty, but it's a lost cause anyway. I tried to clean it, ages ago when the bosses were coming in, and I hardly dented the surface on it. It'll take us eight week just to clean one tiny section of it and get it spotless like how he wants it. And if he wants it clean even though we won't have it after the refit he can bloody clean it himself! Annoyed. But oh well. I'll do a little bit of cleaning, if and when I get time.
I've hit my arm really hard, I think some time on Friday. Or maybe yesterday morning. It hasn't bruised yet, but it hurts real bad to touch it. I bumped it yesterday, and the pain actually made my head feel like and my stomach queasy. Which is odd, because I'm pretty good with pain. But it just hurt, and it didn't go away straight away either. It wasn't like with a bruise you just press it and it hurts and then it stops after the pressure is taken away. I wonder what I did. I always seem to be bumping myself somewhere, and when it hurts I never bruise, but when I don't register that something has happened I bruise, or end up in weird pain like this.
I've already started making plans for next weekend. That's kind of funny, since when do I have weekend plans? Now, apparently. I want to go out with Ally and Charlotte, and Mark is going out. It's the long weekend, so everyone will be out. It's also the end of the country music festival, which isn't really anything special I guess. I was talking to Gabby at work today and she said she was definately going out, and we could do drinks at her place if I had no other plans. That's cool. It's like all of a sudden I feel like people actually want to be friends with me. It's an awesome feeling.
I'm pretty sure it's bed time now. I can only function on six hours of sleep for a little while. And Mark's got 6:30am starts all this week, which is awesome cause I only have two mornings, and only one is 6am. So now it'll be him getting up and me staying in bed. It'll be a nice change.