Today I went to Santa Rosa, bringing Bobby and this other girl, Stephanie, along. I picked up an art tablet at Circuit City and The Juliana Theory from The Wherehouse, both of which I have been using zealously for the past several hours. I know money isn't supposed to make me happy, but I must say I do like having it, and I must also admit that this tablet and this CD make me feel a little happier. Not like, they make me happy in a way that my life is now complete and I can die happily. It's a temporary happiness. But still . . . happiness nonetheless. So the guy who checked me out at the Wherehouse (erm, by that I mean he rang up my merchandise, not like, you know, he checked me out) looked like he would have been just as happy if he were dying on the floor with his blood slowly leaking out his body. He asked about the CD I was buying, and I asked if he was going to the Tool concert in Oakland, which he was (I'm not psychic - he was wearing a Tool tshirt), but he only showed the slightest interest. Talked low and didn't look at me. Oh man, I made the coolest thing ever to send to Katie. She's away for the summer so I'm getting together a package for her with a watch and candy and goodies. And I made her a duct tape wallet! It is so awesome. I just happened to run across instructions in some random family magazine, and the finished product is great. It even has a little ID window. You have no idea how cool it is. If you could see it, you'd be envious of my mad duct tape skillz. Not to mention my ability to write tons of very short sentences. ha! Anyway. Work tomorrow. I have mixed feelings about that because while I do like earning money and I do like doing management, I still don't like wiping down toilets and all that good stuff. Come to think of it, I love everything about my job except the actual work. The coworkers, the boss, the office work, the getting-paid-to-drive-around-and-pick-things-up, the pay, the commute, the setting . . . even the feeling of accomplishment after I've taken a trashed room and restored it to a neat and tranquil abode for the next guest. The only thing I don't love . . . the cleaning. Apparently the pros outweigh the cons, since I've been there almost two years. sleeeeppp . . . |