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Work tonight was, well... Rather great. Me, Kelly, Brian, Joyce, and Tamara were working up front, and that's it. It wasn't busy at all; all we did was joke around. It was great. It's moments like that where I almost get angry at those who complain about their jobs being "boring." It's better than being so busy that you are aching for relief, that you become angry and get your panties in a bunch, and that you would give anything for just a moment of silence. THAT is a job you complain about. What I would give to be paid for being bored.
I was in such a good mood, I even began to annoy myself.
That 23 year old guy came by my work, again. He spoke mainly to Tamara, since they live on the same street. I basically ignored him, even though he was hanging around my register talking. He asked me when I got off work, and I told him I didn't know. It's the only way I can avoid a repeat of the other day. (When I got off work, tired and hungry, he was parked next to my truck, and ended up talking to me for an extra 1/2 hour, when all I wanted to do was leave.) He eventually left, thank god.
I hate Brian. I always have; he likes making cracks about the things I chose to wear, and the people I decide to hang out with, such as Stephen. I got him good tonight, though. The whole evening he seemed to have a fascination with the mics at the registers, and he kept twisting and turning it in his hands. When Tamara was bagging for me, I made some comment, and added "And you're making me a little uncomfortable with the way you're handling that mic." Tamara is married, with two kids, and she bursted out laughing. Hehe. Tamara's mind is in the gutter just like mine.
Speaking of Tamara, the "theme" of the evening was that we were lesbians. Heh. It all started when I came into work, and was fussing about my hair, and she told me I looked good. Oh yeah. She wants me.
Lots of fun stuff happened. I cracked on Brian constantly, and I had my picture taken (again) at work by a particular woman who enjoys bringing a picture to Food Lion, then giving us the picture she took. I danced a little goofy dances, and I cracked Valerie up in doing so. It was just... Fun. Hopefully I'll remember tonight for a while. A good impression of work.
Something that made me feel good: today was the day I decided to wear my neon pink tiger pants, and a person from my school, no doubtably a freshman, said he loved my pants. It made me feel good; I didn't really feel that noticed today except when I caught the instant reaction some preps had to my outfit, which resembled a snarled lip and rolled eyes. Fuck you all, I swear.
Ugh. I am tired. And I had a busy day. Hopefully I'll remember to write about it tomorrow. (?) I have too much homework, as well as Real World coming on.