then may god hold you in the palm of his hand
Things have just been going beautifully lately. I really feel like I have a much better appreciation for life. I have noticed amazing little small things, like the way sleeping boys look, or the way water hits your skin when you're in the shower, or the way nail polish chips off of your toes when you put remover on them. Life is very beautiful and I am sad that it took me so long to realize it.
My job is utterly amazing. I have done three days and I actually feel guilty for being paid. I get to deal with CDs all day long. I shelve them, organize them, look through them, take away the recalled ones...it is just beautiful. FYE is so grossly overpriced that people rarely buy anything, so there's not even much actual cashier work involved. My shifts are quite short (it appears that the max is about 7.5 hrs or so, and I'm mostly scheduled for 5 or 6 hours), and apparently there is very little working on the weekends (this Friday I am 5pm-9:30pm, Saturday I am 10am-1pm...next Friday I am 10am-1pm and that is *it* for the next two weekends).
I got some new fishies today at a visit to Wal-Mart because I thought poor ancient little J'Fish the Tetra was lonely in his five gallon aquarium. I probably got too many for such a small tank, but seeing as there were literally 200-300 goldfish in the tanks at Wal-Mart, I have trouble feeling badly about it. I got one big white/black/orange Koi-looking goldfish with an ugly transparent head where you can see the bloodredgilliness named JFK, and six small feeder goldfish: a white one named D.W. (I wanted to name him after a white supremacist, but could not think of any, so I stuck to the director of Birth of a Nation), a common orange one named Houdini, a white and orange one named Mulatto, a yellow one with a black stripe down his back named Nietzsche, an orange and black one named Bosra, and an orange one with a white face and orange lips named Geisha.
My job is utterly amazing. I have done three days and I actually feel guilty for being paid. I get to deal with CDs all day long. I shelve them, organize them, look through them, take away the recalled ones...it is just beautiful. FYE is so grossly overpriced that people rarely buy anything, so there's not even much actual cashier work involved. My shifts are quite short (it appears that the max is about 7.5 hrs or so, and I'm mostly scheduled for 5 or 6 hours), and apparently there is very little working on the weekends (this Friday I am 5pm-9:30pm, Saturday I am 10am-1pm...next Friday I am 10am-1pm and that is *it* for the next two weekends).
I got some new fishies today at a visit to Wal-Mart because I thought poor ancient little J'Fish the Tetra was lonely in his five gallon aquarium. I probably got too many for such a small tank, but seeing as there were literally 200-300 goldfish in the tanks at Wal-Mart, I have trouble feeling badly about it. I got one big white/black/orange Koi-looking goldfish with an ugly transparent head where you can see the bloodredgilliness named JFK, and six small feeder goldfish: a white one named D.W. (I wanted to name him after a white supremacist, but could not think of any, so I stuck to the director of Birth of a Nation), a common orange one named Houdini, a white and orange one named Mulatto, a yellow one with a black stripe down his back named Nietzsche, an orange and black one named Bosra, and an orange one with a white face and orange lips named Geisha.