extra shift
3 July 2007 19:21Worked a surprise shift today--it was in Kids, so I didn't mind. When I work in Kids, half the time I spend straightening I actually spend reading Berenstain Bears books. Or, a trend that was kicked off recently by Tirzah leaving a book called Bittersweet Sixteen un-recovered, reading catty teenage novels about rich girls at single-sex private schools in New York who have nothing better to do with their time than live in a psuedo-adult world of drinking, sordid sexual experiences (or wishing they were having sordid sexual experiences), and shopping (which can carry on forever, as apparently they have no credit card max). I try to pretend I am not reading these books, but in actuality if I'm not recovering something left strewn across the floor by three year olds or reading Berenstain Bear books, I am. Today it was Gossip Girl.
I think I had a bit too much caffeine to drink with the two iced chai things I had--but they're half price, damnit. In my last hour, I was getting pretty stomach-wobbly, and the sort of trashy but strangely addictive teen novels weren't helping very much. Ten minutes before I leave, two girls and a guy start browsing in the teen section ("Ooh, there are two new Gossip Girls," I hear as one disappears behind the shelf--eeeh.), and the two left are obviously dating. In the sort of gosh-we're-smitten-but-we're-in-a-bookstore display of affection way. I, at this time, feel like a crotchety old woman, as I prepare to leave for home--I realize in that moment that it stems from this:
Aaah! I'm so lonely. I pine for physical affection. An arm around the shoulders, a casual hug, someone to stroke my hair.
Yay for Friday, because I'm getting a little bit crazy. On Friday, I shall disappear to Philadelphia and get hugs and kisses... among other things. :O I'm only eight hours of work away~ and some fireworks for our nation's birthday celebration, which I will again be watching alone. With friends. But sort of alone.
Boo hoo me.
Other than my craving for affection, which is new, nothing much else is new. I go to work, I sell books, I make my co-workers laugh, we joke around, I get shot with rubber bands. I gift wrap, I ring up, I sneeze and carry around (fuck, I left it behind in Kids) hand sanitizer. I zone, I recover, I read snippets of books when I should be shelving. I dress up, I smile, I love my job.
I miss my boyfriend.
I think I had a bit too much caffeine to drink with the two iced chai things I had--but they're half price, damnit. In my last hour, I was getting pretty stomach-wobbly, and the sort of trashy but strangely addictive teen novels weren't helping very much. Ten minutes before I leave, two girls and a guy start browsing in the teen section ("Ooh, there are two new Gossip Girls," I hear as one disappears behind the shelf--eeeh.), and the two left are obviously dating. In the sort of gosh-we're-smitten-but-we're-in-a-bookstore display of affection way. I, at this time, feel like a crotchety old woman, as I prepare to leave for home--I realize in that moment that it stems from this:
Aaah! I'm so lonely. I pine for physical affection. An arm around the shoulders, a casual hug, someone to stroke my hair.
Yay for Friday, because I'm getting a little bit crazy. On Friday, I shall disappear to Philadelphia and get hugs and kisses... among other things. :O I'm only eight hours of work away~ and some fireworks for our nation's birthday celebration, which I will again be watching alone. With friends. But sort of alone.
Boo hoo me.
Other than my craving for affection, which is new, nothing much else is new. I go to work, I sell books, I make my co-workers laugh, we joke around, I get shot with rubber bands. I gift wrap, I ring up, I sneeze and carry around (fuck, I left it behind in Kids) hand sanitizer. I zone, I recover, I read snippets of books when I should be shelving. I dress up, I smile, I love my job.
I miss my boyfriend.