So it’s Sunday and I’m set to do the retail thing from 10 to 7 today. This is now the 7th day in a row I’ve been to the store. I’m not getting an actual day off until Thursday. I’ve covered for people so many times in the past week it’s not funny. Let alone, I haven’t had time to do laundry so even though I have 4 shirts and I rotate, I’m sure I’m going to be quite the sight (let alone smell) if I don’t get time to do laundry soon.
I’m covering for someone tomorrow and that’s okay because it gets me out of an extended visit with one of my dad’s sisters, who is stopping by sometime during the day. Not sure which sister it is, don’t really care, but I guess I shouldn’t whine too much about working since it’s getting me out of the stay.
I volunteered to work the 4th of July. THAT is insane on my part. Then again, I thought that the aunt would be here so I went ahead and said I’d be manager for the 13 hours. I was *trying* to work the week so I’d have 3 days off when the Aunt wasn’t here, but, as you can see, it just didn’t work out that way.
On top of it, I’m still working the other job and grabbing as much as I can since money is scarce and my SUV needs new gas one of these days.
It’s just one of those boring updates I guess. Still getting over the breakup, getting in touch with old friends, TRYING like hell to get rid of this numbness I’ve had since the last breakup.
Had a customer compliment me on my “pleasant personality” yesterday. That stunned me and scared me because it’s all fake. I mean, I am a nice guy, but I come off even nicer because when I’m cashier I’m a robot. I have no thoughts, I have no opinions, I really don’t go out of my way to piss anyone off or have any sort of lasting value other than the nice guy who checked you out.
Hell, I don’t even flirt. I’ve always had no clue about it and my strict upbringing always hampered it. So lol. I’ve got to change that while I’m still doing the retail thing.
And, on that note, it’s calling.
9 hours of sheer fun.
Jim