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Feb. 10th, 2004 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cislynhome. home is good. ~yawns~ today was a crack-of-dawn till 4 day, and those always wear me out, especially when i'm supposed to be splitting the cashiering with someone who doesn't split the cashiering. it's not like ringing sales is real intensive or anything; anything but, actually. it's mind numbingly boring and tedious. and i get into a crappy repetitive routine, such that when someone actually speaks to me like a human being it takes me utterly by surprise. one guy today asked me how i was (like so many people...) and i responded "fine, thanks, and you?" as always and yadda yadda, but just before he left he gave me kind of a curious look and said "sure you're ok?" it startled me. this was someone who actually noticed, despite my automatic protestations to the contrary, that i wasn't exactly having a peachy day. fucking miracle. of course, i told him i was fine, but i did it much more sincerely. ~sighs~
anyhow, enough of that. work wasn't bad. honest.
oh, and i had a chance to talk with manager lady, which is a Good Thing (tm) because i spoke with her about that technical writing job thingy, and she says that yeah, she thinks they can manage to give me two regular weekdays off, starting week after next if that's ok with me, and since i haven't heard any more about it one way or another, it seems just fine. so that's that. yay! i'm done being all trepidatious about it now - i think this will be a great thing. the only part that sucks is the drive to smithfield, but hey, everything can't be perfect. at least, that's what i keep telling myself.
there was something i meant to do today. oh yes, stamps. and something else, which utterly escapes me. i've been sitting and looking blankly at the blank screen now for five minutes with nothing springing to mind, despite my previous conviction that i had Things To Write About sitting in my head. fah.
anyhow, enough of that. work wasn't bad. honest.
oh, and i had a chance to talk with manager lady, which is a Good Thing (tm) because i spoke with her about that technical writing job thingy, and she says that yeah, she thinks they can manage to give me two regular weekdays off, starting week after next if that's ok with me, and since i haven't heard any more about it one way or another, it seems just fine. so that's that. yay! i'm done being all trepidatious about it now - i think this will be a great thing. the only part that sucks is the drive to smithfield, but hey, everything can't be perfect. at least, that's what i keep telling myself.
there was something i meant to do today. oh yes, stamps. and something else, which utterly escapes me. i've been sitting and looking blankly at the blank screen now for five minutes with nothing springing to mind, despite my previous conviction that i had Things To Write About sitting in my head. fah.
