I'm all that I'll ever be when you lay your hands over me
Tonight, I want to drink sparkling grape juice out of a paper cup and listen to Pink Floyd on the floor of my living room. I want to talk about everything and nothing at all. However, as it stands I am far too tired to call someone and do this with me. I think I'll read The Devil Wears Prada instead. It had me hooked from the first 80s movie reference...in this particular case, Baby's excitement over carrying a watermelon all by herself. Perhaps I should deviate from my (self-imposed) reading list more often.
I had a visitor at work today. (Thanks again, Dave!) It was fabulous. It made me feel important at this job for once. So far, I've been a top five sales associate every day I've worked the cash register. (I'm assured that this is actually an accomplishment.) It's an empty victory, however. My boss still thinks I'm incompetent. I feel...like a fast-food knight. I'm just a fast-food knight. However, I am completely unmotivated to try any harder. I just don't care all that much. Apathy is a beautiful thing in this particular case, I think. ;)
Speaking of work, I had an interesting conversation with an old man today. I was standing beside the register folding some t-shirts when he came up to me and said, "I always knew that when I was ready to check out..." (I only really registered "check out," because I'm a cashier and that's what I do). He then paused, looked at me, and asked if I understood what he meant. I said I did, and he continued. "Well, I always knew that I wouldn't be ready to check out until someone told me that I was a nice man. I got a card for Father's Day telling me that I've lived a good life, been a good man. I figure I'm ready to check out now." And then he left. I'm not sure if he was seeking validation for the fact that he'd lived a good life or tried to tell me that he was going to kill himself. It was a really strange experience. Anyway.
I think I'm going to call Kathleen back tomorrow. It'd be nice to reunite with the person who was my other half for twelve years. Just a thought.
Also...I will get together with Anna B. soon. I miss her like crazy. And Courtney! Love of my life!!
What's everyone doing for the 4th of July? I'll probably be helping overweight, middle-aged men pick out polo shirts. I know you're jealous.
P.S. I am tired of being called Jennifer. I am far too immature to be called by such an adult name. I still watch stupidly funny movies and laugh like an asthmatic hyena. I eat carbs...lots of them. I get grass stains on my jeans frequently because I like to play in the park with my dog. I wear flip-flops everywhere I go and sing Beatles and Rolling Stones songs in the shower. I am a Jenny through and through, thankyouverymuch.
I had a visitor at work today. (Thanks again, Dave!) It was fabulous. It made me feel important at this job for once. So far, I've been a top five sales associate every day I've worked the cash register. (I'm assured that this is actually an accomplishment.) It's an empty victory, however. My boss still thinks I'm incompetent. I feel...like a fast-food knight. I'm just a fast-food knight. However, I am completely unmotivated to try any harder. I just don't care all that much. Apathy is a beautiful thing in this particular case, I think. ;)
Speaking of work, I had an interesting conversation with an old man today. I was standing beside the register folding some t-shirts when he came up to me and said, "I always knew that when I was ready to check out..." (I only really registered "check out," because I'm a cashier and that's what I do). He then paused, looked at me, and asked if I understood what he meant. I said I did, and he continued. "Well, I always knew that I wouldn't be ready to check out until someone told me that I was a nice man. I got a card for Father's Day telling me that I've lived a good life, been a good man. I figure I'm ready to check out now." And then he left. I'm not sure if he was seeking validation for the fact that he'd lived a good life or tried to tell me that he was going to kill himself. It was a really strange experience. Anyway.
I think I'm going to call Kathleen back tomorrow. It'd be nice to reunite with the person who was my other half for twelve years. Just a thought.
Also...I will get together with Anna B. soon. I miss her like crazy. And Courtney! Love of my life!!
What's everyone doing for the 4th of July? I'll probably be helping overweight, middle-aged men pick out polo shirts. I know you're jealous.
P.S. I am tired of being called Jennifer. I am far too immature to be called by such an adult name. I still watch stupidly funny movies and laugh like an asthmatic hyena. I eat carbs...lots of them. I get grass stains on my jeans frequently because I like to play in the park with my dog. I wear flip-flops everywhere I go and sing Beatles and Rolling Stones songs in the shower. I am a Jenny through and through, thankyouverymuch.