got clerks?
Omar's does...and I am one of them. yes i have gotten a job as a cashier across the street from my apartment at Omar's food mart. i am the only white person that works there but Omar and my other co-workers are all very sweet, older men who have been there a long time and are willing to show me the ropes without complaining. i've never worked a cash register before in my life, so im surprised i took to it as quickly as i did. my current jitters are learning the prices on everything, what is taxed and what isn't...gah...i dont know if I'll ever get that down. i'll be asking people how much beer costs for three weeks yet, every bottle has a damn different price...oh well, at least I've got a job now and i can quit worrying.
on the other hand i am tired...very tired....i have been training every night this week from 7-10, which is good because it's in the evening and it doesnt conflict with school but it DOES conflict with studying at home and the time I get to see my baby, which is now limited. it sucks but i need the money, and he understands. it just means that if he's asleep when i get home i crawl in bed next to him and snuggle up and hold him real tight, so he knows I'm there. he told me last week that he wants to marry me...I about melted into a puddle right on the floor in front of him, but instead i just held him tighter and kissed him and whispered the same statement back into his ear. god i love this man...
i guess other than worrying about fucking something up at work and trying to find time to get all my studying done, life is being better to me than I realize. i have everything i could ever want: a job, Paul, a car, good grades and good classes at UofL, two lovely bohemian females as the best friends i could ever ask for, and a roof over my head that we pay for ourselves. still, talking about getting a house eventually makes me really excited...i cant fucking wait to actually decorate my own home. it'll be a while, though...as it is with most things we want and strive to get.
on the other hand i am tired...very tired....i have been training every night this week from 7-10, which is good because it's in the evening and it doesnt conflict with school but it DOES conflict with studying at home and the time I get to see my baby, which is now limited. it sucks but i need the money, and he understands. it just means that if he's asleep when i get home i crawl in bed next to him and snuggle up and hold him real tight, so he knows I'm there. he told me last week that he wants to marry me...I about melted into a puddle right on the floor in front of him, but instead i just held him tighter and kissed him and whispered the same statement back into his ear. god i love this man...
i guess other than worrying about fucking something up at work and trying to find time to get all my studying done, life is being better to me than I realize. i have everything i could ever want: a job, Paul, a car, good grades and good classes at UofL, two lovely bohemian females as the best friends i could ever ask for, and a roof over my head that we pay for ourselves. still, talking about getting a house eventually makes me really excited...i cant fucking wait to actually decorate my own home. it'll be a while, though...as it is with most things we want and strive to get.