Notes
I’ve started to grow familiar with some of the regulars during the midnight shift. Very early in my shift, at least three Israelites will come into the store, usually buying two or more deli sandwiches and drinks along with something from the grill, a sausage more often than not.
Cab drivers also come in with empty Slurpee and Big Gulp cups, knowing that they get a refil for only ninety-nine cents. Police officers and paramedics are always surprised to hear that they receive free fountain drinks and coffee for free. Never any firefighters in here though.
A guy named Richard, who once came in screaming at me and Janette that we shouldn’t be listening to any “Fucking music” will come in for penny candy and every other time acts civil.
Draven left over sixteen CD’s in the store for us to entertain ourselves. Guns N Roses version of Live and Let Die usually gets me moving quickly through a shift.
Speaking of Draven, as usual last night he was arguing with Laura again. I told her that they fight like little kids and she just informed me that he was an asshole.
My parents are going to be dropping by Friday on their way up to Ottawa. With any luck, they’ll take us grocery shopping if time permits and I’ll be able to show them that I am surviving well on my own.
The internet connection here is alright though the random disconnections and switching of networks isn’t fun, particularly when you’re trying to download something.
Last night a homeless man came in and while it is store policy that we not allow the homeless into our store, so long as they buy something, I’ll let them in. This one was tall, junkie thin and had a mug that reminded me of Charles Manson. He asked that I call him a cab and I pointed out that there was one already in the parking lot but he said he didn’t want to disturb her since she was on the phone. So I called him one and two minutes later a cab showed up but the second cab didn’t come quite into our parking lot, staying near the store that sells rugs. I heard Charlie Manson shouting at the cab and then on the payphone outside, calling for another cab show up.
I wish that there was a scale around here because I really need to know if I’m losing weight, gaining weight or staying at my usual level. Lately I’ve been having unfamiliar pain in my ass whenever I sit and I’m wondering if it’s grown too boney to take the weight.
Lately I’ve been neglecting my jogging, thinking that I’ve done enough of it and I’ll be OK if I skip a night or two. The track at night shouldn’t be a problem, not like the police are going to check that area out, if they’re anything like the police in Essex. I also may have to stop doing crunches; I keep getting a pain in the side of my ribs, like I’ve taken a punch there or something. Also, every once in a while, my left hand will ache like I was the one throwing a punch, only against a brick wall.