Interesting that I’ve only been fairly functional when alone. I don’t know if it’s depression, an indifferent attitude, or a feeling of just being lost.
Truly, I have been sleeping like crazy when Doug and the gurlz are at work and school. This AM it was GREAT sleeping weather! It was lightning and thunder and pouring rain. Prince curled up with me on the end of my bed. I slept 3 hours until 12, when Doug comes home for lunch. When I did wake up I had the phone in my hand, the thing was showing 2 missed calls!
Okay so now I am answering the phone in my sleep?
When everyone got home, I was fine. More productive at least.
Putting the last of moving items away and organizing them, finally putting little “A’s” bed together.
I hope that when the gurlz get out of school next week for the summer, that I will be a little more alive every day.
I just don’t know why I sleep so much.
It’s like I wake up, get them off to school and say, “Oh, What the Phuk, I am going back to bed!”
Today is cancelled due to lack of interest!
I need a job I think. Part time, full time, whatever.
Doug is stressing about bills and having me home doing nothing.
I have to agree with him there. I don’t have small kids at home anymore, therefore no need to stay home.
It’s just that I haven’t as yet got the results of my 12,000 dollars education I paid for by going to school as a medical assistant.
I will cut my wrists before I work in another retail job again.
It almost took my sanity last time.
Here is a post from my blog on Connecting singles shortly after I started working there:
What a loooonnnnng night shift it was tonight!
But not boring by any means. This is what I get paid 10 bucks an hour for
….and please…….no laughing. This IS my real job.
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I’m asked “Could you please clean the bathrooms?” ~
and before I clean them 2 people want to USE them.
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“Tu eres muy hermosa. Como te llama?” ~
hit on by a drunken spanish speaking man who went on to say
his girlfriend is very ugly but I am so beautiful.
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Man runs (literally runs) in an steals a bottle of Bicardi rum
(19.00) and runs out.
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Lunch time~1:30 a.m. spent eating hot pockets, almond joy and Coca Cola.
My coworker tries to hook me up via cell phone to someone who lives 7 hours away.
The upside is now she’s friendly and only calls me “crack head” twice the whole shift.
But Oh wait, now she calls me “bitch”.
Kinda like in a friendly sisterly type way. I’ll never understand New Yorkers.
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Conversation between my self and a customer at 1 am: (I’m not kidding)
she looks like she weighs approx 400 pounds,
has a tattoo on her neck and possibly just got paroled from prison.
Her: Hey_______________ that’s my name too!
Me: Wow really, I guess we’re both cool then. (just trying to make small talk)
Her: What sign are you?
Me: Pisces.
Her: Damn you suck! I’m Sagittarius
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So you see? I suck and I’m a crackhead, and I’ve only been working there a week.
Wow, I guess single parenthood is really worth 10 bucks an hour.
It’s 5 a.m. and a REALLY HOT man walks in from
24 hour Fitness Center after his work out.
His shirt is wet with sweat and his rock hard calves are tan and wet also.
(my only high point of the shift)
Finally at 5:30 the shift supervisor is replaced by another .
I am asked to chase down all the runaway helium balloons
which are floating near the ceiling.
The balloons escaped their wire corral and
now need to be rounded up with a long stick with tape all over the end of it.
I spend 10 minutes chasing down ONE spongebob balloon
I’m dizzy, tired, over caffeinated, and my back hurts.
Still I limp up to the front with several baloons needing more air.
The final blow? Next week I am on the schedule for 6 nights of this madness.
Things cool people say.....