Anyway, work was interesting, in that, I didn't do a whole lot. Actually, I spent most of the day slacking off. Call me a poor excuse for an underachiever, but this bothered me a little bit. I figure, if I have to be at work, which is somewhere I generally don't want to be, then I might as well DO something. I'd be much more comfortable sitting around doing nothing at home in my pajamas.

I guess I spent a great deal of the day folding sweaters that were already folded and talking to the other girl who was on the floor with me- the one that is definitely at least moving at the end of December, with the possibility of going to the same school I'll be going to. We talked about boys, cookies, Subway sandwiches, the general suckiness of working in retail, and about how 22 is, in fact, officially over the hill and how neither of us want to get any older. She also told me a great deal of Sears-related gossip. I do enjoy a good healthy dose of gossip every now and then.

However, she doesn't really understand my indecision about wanting to leave this shithole. Do I really understand either? I don't know. But a major issue is my lack of motivation and confidence when it comes to my flute playing anymore. Two necessary ingredients for success in graduate school for performance, methinks.

That is one of my major issues. The other is stupid and silly, but still major to me. I feel bad whining on and on in such a public place and not saying exactly what's troubling me so much.

Ewwww. I very much hate trumpets. :-P

Oops, sorry. No, that is not the source of all my woes.

Yeah. Anyway, I just feel very... broken. I need fixing. At least I have another unwanted four day vacation again, then the hell that is working the day before and especially the day after Thanksgiving... how good it is to have things to look forward to. :-P They did attempt to fix next Saturday's schedule, by suggesting somebody I could switch with. But New Girl seemed to think that I really wanted to work Saturday 6-9. No, that's just my availability. I AM GOING TO THE FOOTBALL GAME, nachos dear.

"I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." Hehe, that's from "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes. Good poem. And good, good nachos. At any rate, I think I will be forced to get quite drunk either before, during, or immediately after the game, so as to be forced to call in sick. Beer disgusts me but some sacrifices must be made, on the altar that is defiance of the Man. The Men, I mean. Mr. Sears and Mr. Roebuck, I'm talking to you.

I'm just very very blah. I'd dye my hair, but that would be a pain because it's too long, and I'd probably mess it up. I seem to think getting a tattoo or else a trip to the nearest casino may be in order... ;)

No, both of those things take money that I don't have. I'm broken, but easily fixable, if someone tries hard enough.

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