This Is Why I Can't Have Nice Things

Today when I went on lunch, two of the guys who work in the back were also on lunch. Normally I just sit by myself and read during my lunch, but they were already sitting at the table in the break room, so I sat down with them. Now a normal person would have just had a conversation with them; which probably would have been nice, you know actual human interaction and whatnot. Instead, they asked me a few questions (which I tired to answer like a human would) and then things got uncomfortable. So I just returned to my book, which seemed like it would be less awkward, but it wasn't. Then there was just them sitting there not saying anything and me sitting there kind of reading but mostly just silently cussing myself out for being so very fucking socially incompetent.

Had I not started reading I was afraid I would look like this. 

Remember Me

I have been really amazed at how many customers at Goodwill still remember me, even though I haven't worked there in over a year. So far, I have worked three days and every day at least three or four people have made comments like "I haven't seen you in a while" or "Where have you been?" or "You're back." To be fair, some of these people are in there nearly every day, but it still seems weird to me that something about the way I put their used clothes and old knickknacks into bags was worth remembering for a year. It's kind of nice though.

Don't Make Me Do Stuff

It's funny, and by funny I mean incredibly weird and irritating, how I can only seem to make myself do anything when I feel like I have no choice. On the days when I have tons of free time, I end up wasting my whole day and accomplishing nothing. I honestly get twice as much done before I leave for work than I get done on an entire day off simply because I know I have to get it done before I leave. What the fuck is my problem?

I Rarely Have Wealth

Now that I finally have a job here are a few of the things I am going to spend my vast wealth on. (You know, the vast wealth I am going to gain from my part-time, minimum wage job.) In no particular order.
1. A car. I'm sort of torn between buying another cheap, crappy car that I won't have to make payments on for the rest of my life and buying one that I actually want. Either way though, I have to get one.
2. New boots. I love the ones I have, but they are literally falling to pieces on me.
3. New tattoos, several of them.
4. A yoga mat. I have been using a carpet and my feet keep sliding and it bugs the shit out of me.
5. New sheets. I have two sets and one of them is full of holes.
6. New socks. Pretty much all of them are full of holes.
7. A good bra. You know like one that actually fits me and doesn't make my tits look all lopsided.
8. A camper, trailer, yurt, shack, shed, something to live in. Obviously, this one will take a while no matter which one I choose. But eventually.
9. A punching bag. This will actually save me money in the long run, what with the cost of patched walls and such.
10. All of the everyday things I have been running out of for the past couple of months because I couldn't afford to buy them.

Sink or Swim

I was fairly nervous about going back to Goodwill today. I have been away for over a year and I had been informed that several things had changed since I last worker there. Plus I have this irrational fear that I will lose my ability to count correctly, especially after not having anything to do with numbers or money for a long time. Anyway, they decided to let me ease back into things today by sticking me on register by myself for the better part of the evening. Thanks guys! In all honesty, it worker out alright. Having to do all of it myself prevented me form having enough time to get bored. Also, I think I actually got flirted with by a guy who was NOT old and creepy.

My 5th First Day at Goodwill

I start work tomorrow. I was thinking about it and, in a way, this will be my 5th first day at Goodwill. There was my first day at the Morgantown store (which was my actual first day), there was my first day at the Fairmont store (after I transferred from Morgantown), there was my second first day at the Fairmont store (after I quit for a while and came back), there was my first day at the new Fairmont store (after they moved while I was working there), and now here we are at first day number five. I really don't think this is how this whole thing normally works. It's funny though, I'm actually kind of looking forward to it in a way. It's probably just that I've been so bored and so broke for so long, but I feel better about it this time around, I think.

Only Buffy and I could have so many first days at the same place

Stupid Cybermats!

For some reason, my dad's house has a tendency to attract a ridiculously large number of mice. We have one of those no-kill traps that just locks them in a little box and then you go release them somewhere. Well, tonight it caught one and I walked him down near the pig barn to release him. Apparently, he didn't particularly want his freedom because he clung to the inside of the trap and wouldn't come out. I had to stick my finger inside to try to coax him out and, when I did, he bit me! What the fuck, mouse? I was trying to help you! I think he might have been one of these.