RAWRRRRRRR

I've got to get up for work in four hours, but I'm WIDE awake.

YAY ILLNESSES. Time to talk about mine, and this has nothing to do with asthma! Shock! Gasp!

( Eczema. Had to get it out. It's kinda gross. )

And Phill's staying the night. Of course, he's got a stuffy nose, so he's snoring heavily which means I can't sleep because I need silence. It's gonna be a LONG day tomorrow....

I was not aware that this was Burmecia.

:::goes outside, looks up and shouts::: STOP RAINING!!!

I feel like I'm in southeast Asia. ... or at least Louisiana. :::gets sniped::: Hmm, still too soon, I guess?

I have homework from work! Well, it's not homework, but we have this contest where we have to color in a picture, and whoever colors it in the best, wins. Don't know what the prize is, but I'll give it a whirl. What with my connection dying every two minutes, I might as well get all cozy in my sweats and play with my pencils a little bit. (Nathalie was coloring it on the counter while on the clock. I'm slowly losing my fear of God... just like in real life!)

I'm still not feeling the Spanish speaking customers, and it's SO HARD to explain how I feel! Half of me wants to say, "Dude. This is America. Speak English," and that's the same half of me that wanted to KILL a woman today for glaring at me when I tripped over a word. She tried to correct me. Um, that's great, but I don't see you trying to speak my language. At least I made an attempt! Bitch. I could have flat-out refused to try and only spoken in English. The other half of me still feels terrible that I can understand, "¿Hablas español?" but I have to shake my head, say "No hablo," and call someone else. I'm probably confusing and boring the snot out of you by mentioning it so much, but it really gets to me, and this is something I have to face every day. SIGH.

Still, things are getting better. I avoided credit cards until today, and then suddenly everyone and their mom wanted to pay with them. I got practice. ^_^ I found a lot more downtime, too. No one was coming into the store, and I honestly can't blame them for not wanting to go to the mall with all the stupid rain. Our goal was $1100 and by the time I left, we had maybe -- MAYBE -- three hundred. :/ I fear the store being closed because of the three days I've worked, we've not only never made the goal, we've never even come CLOSE. The store closing would suck because I'd be out of a job again and I don't have any leads. I haven't had an interview since The Picture People, and no one's called or e-mailed. Suck. But today seemed to fly by and even though I got almost no sleep last night (oh boy), I managed to stay awake. I had breakfast -- oooh, a bagel! -- which kept me going until about one. Wow.

My fingernails are black, for whatever reason. Cleaning under them doesn't help and neither does washing my hands. It's like the nail itself has somehow become tinted black. :::glares at work clothes:::

Schedule for next week:
Mon 10/17: 4-10
Tue 10/18: 10-5
Thu 10/20: 10-5
Sat 10/22: 1-8

Twenty-seven hours. I'll wait until Saturday afternoon to pick up my check. Sigh. It's not much, but it's a start.

And if there weren't fucking NBs outside blasting their stupid NB "music" -- WHY MY HOUSE?! GO AWAY -- I'd take a nap. In the meantime, I'll counteract it with a little Dookie and start to color, I guess. Augh. I want nothing more than to sleep.......