012: Echolocation

Here is where I can pretend to be deep! And sad and stuff.

I had a weird night at work. A few of those experiences that would go in the catalogue of weird customer behaviour. One Indian kid samples CD after CD, keeps leaving and coming back, settles in the corner with a Tupac book (if I'd been feeling less chill I might have picked his ass up off the floor,) and by the time he finally decided which CDs to buy I just wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I guess that's not good for business. On the plus side, customers were receptive to our variety of cash crashers, and it was really quite quiet. A was visited by a few of the girls from Coles, which was fitting since, as I'd had the morning off (until 5, even) I went and made good on my peldge to go visit Amanda at her new store. Time and tide is putting a lot of distance between us lately, and yet we didn't have much catching up to do, we mainly talked the usual.

I just had a lot of time to stand around doing nothing while Kyle fumbled his way through his first receiving shift. Had we known the idea for the day, I probably would have gotten him to switch shifts with me, although this was truthfully the best day I've had in a while.

I just... felt bad for a lot of the day, especially standing around the store by my lonesome, trying not to approach the same four customers over and over, being a sad lonely kid. I should beware of sinking too deeply into my problems. They aren't problems, they're just boredom.

I tried to write the other night and it just wasn't working. I find it hard to be motivated. I might have to just sideline the whole concept until school is over, because to the degree that effects my life, it's... something. Or maybe when Eric goes away for a little while next week.

That'll be nice. Not that I don't like having him around, we actually get along very well nowadays, it's just not my favourite living situation in general.

Well, we try. This guy's left unfinished. Yet here we are at the end. Keep on rockin'
-Scotto