"Holly, thank you for doing such a great job in Red tonight. When you've finished up in the seasonal area and gotten done zoning through the infants area, would you like to spend the rest of the evening in green helping out Brian get this reshop done?"
"Well, Neil, actually, After busting my ass in Red, covering two other areas for most of the night, already having gone through seasonal and blue, currently working on the last bits of the infants area that no one else bothered to fix today, I would *LIKE* to go home, take some vicodin, have a drink and listen to some soul coughing until I pass out."
but what I really said was 'okay'
There isn't enough chocolate in the world to make me feel better about today.
"while you were out" is on. Now, it's already a rip off of a rip off.
But today, they're doing a deck and garden area. They pulled in a designer to do it. He's English. He's English and he got out a pad of paper with his sketches for the deck area, including blow ups of highlights and lots of color and the same sort of walk through lifted DIRECTLY from Ground Force.
And while I know they don't have a copyright on the phrase, he said "water feature" and that's just not allowed.
I watched The Devil's Own last night. Mainly becuase it's fun to watch an american actor try really hard to sound irish.
He did a pretty good job, but the give away is that he could only talk in a normal tone or whisper. Anything above that, an actual shout, and the accent went away. Which is really common for *anyone* faking an accent, no matter how good you are at it.
It's hard to shout in an accent.
Plus he had several actual *irish* people there with him. He ended up sounding like he had a speech impediment or something.
I'm still sort of worried about things.
But vaguely worried (with faith that it'll all work itself out) is a hell of a lot better than feeling like I'm always just biting my tongue. Or the feeling that I'm going to burst into tears at any moment, even, say, just for example, in the middle of a Thai restaurant.
I was thinking about this... most people who work third shift tend to wake up right before their shift starts. So their "morning" is anywhere from 7- 10 pm, depending on when the shift starts. So they usually go to sleep anywhere from 11 am to 2 pm (or so), and the time period in the morning, after work, is their 'day'.
Unless I work pretty early (like when I worked 7-4), I usually don't want to do anything before or after work. I think if I tended to work office jobs that might be different, but really... I can't imagine working from 1-10 (even on days when I woke up 1/2 hour before work) and then going and running errands and shit.
Because even though, left to my own devices, I will fall into sleeping from about 6 am to about noon... I still don't actually feel awake and with it until late at night, at a point when all the errand running sort of places are closed.
But that sleep schedule was perfect when I was dating someone who lived on the west coast.
Guh.. can ya even call that dating? I ended up explaining to someone last night about that a little and, after being just sort of baffled by the whole thing for awhile, they pronounced that I might as well have had a "boyfriend" in "canada".
And for all practical purposes.. that's about what I had. And I was his "girlfriend" in "canada"
I have been wanting to make a mix cd. I feel very High Fidelity about that (if you don't know what I mean, you just have to see the movie). I think most people feel that way about them. Not that they mean anything in particular, just that they're little symbols of someone taking a little time to make something for *you*.
But I want to see if I can make a mood flow along without just putting the same thing over and over.
I don't think I'm very good at this.
I accidentally came home with a walkie. I'll take it back tomorrow ... but it's begun. At the Retail Store of Doom we had short range cell phones that the managers, and the front end supervisors used in the store. At least once a week I had to go right back to the store after getting home because I'd realize I still had the cell phone with me.
The store has a bizzare amount of pepperidge farm goldfish crackers in stock.
You should come over and buy some.
I found myself getting into a girly girl conversation about guys and Rhiannon's lovelife and so forth. It's pretty bizarre to have nothing but male friends your whole life and suddenly find yourself relating to females.
Today was my father's birthday. He turned 60.
I forgot it.