Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me.
And after all,
You're my Wonderwall...
I
dreaded today. I don't work a lot, but when I do, they're usually short little 4 or 5 hour
shifts with people my own age at the
bookstore. I usually get around 15-20
hours a week there. But today I had an
8 hour shift.
No problem, I can do that.
But
alas, it's with the
grumpy old
fulltimer women. These people
delight in being all
friendly to your face, and will
swarm into a
pack and
ridicule you the second you leave. Which is alright. I do the same. I'm doing it now. My latest
publicity stunt to disturb these women was to get my
eyebrow pierced.
"Are you going to take that out?"
"Can't. It's gotta stay in at least
8 weeks."
"I don't know if you're allowed to have those."
"There's nothing in the
dress code for it."
"Oh. You need a
haircut, too."
"There's nothing in the
dress code for that either."
"Oh."
And this is why I get as few hours as possible. They don't really like me, but they've no reason to get rid of me, and besides, I'm
experienced. They lose me, and they've got a lot of
inexperienced new people to
train by themselves for
Christmas.
So anyway. A couple hours into the shift, my
girlfriend and her friend come in. Hey "
GOSPEL", when's your lunch? I dunno, whenever I want I guess. So I take my lunch, and have
Arby's with them.
Yum!
Yuck.
My girlfriend's real
intention for being at the
mall is to get this
picture frame engraved that she got for me. It's got a picture of her in it, which I've been asking for for awhile. Now I have it, and I like it.
Finished with my
45 minute lunch, I realize just how much time has passed in the long long shift.
Yippee, it's time for the
fulltimers to go home. So for the last half of my shift, I can just
dick around. And I did. And time dragged on and on.
The moral of the story? There is none, except that maybe doing work helps time speed up. But that's a
price I'm willing to pay for not doing work.
Then on the way home, riding my
bike in the dark, I almost get hit by 3 different cars in 3 different places. Is everyone on the street and
idiot, or is it just me? It's probably just me. So I stayed off the
main streets and rode home,
Radiohead still blaring in my head. (3rd day of my Radiohead trip.)
God loves his children.
God loves his chiiildreeennn, yeah.
I get to work tomorrow too. For 5 hours. And the next day too. For 3. With
parttimers. Then I'm off all week. This would be a good time to
dye my hair pink or get a
nosering.