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My Life Thus Far
2006-12-11 03:44:07 (UTC)

The Hitch In My Mojo

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Sorry I didn't write yesterday. We didn't get home from
Bev's house (Maija's birthday party) until almost 2am.
There was no way I was writing. I meant to write this
morning about my day yesterday, but I didn't get a change.
I'll get into that more later. Let's pick up from where we
left off. Yesterday.

Yesterday, for the most part, sucked. I started off the
day feeling lazy and sluggish. I was cranky when I left
for work and by the time I finally found a parking spot in
the disaster that was the parking lot of the mall, I was
15 minutes late to work. VS was crowded beyond belief and
by the time I landed in my spot at the cashwrap, I was
thoroughly pissed off and not wanting to be around people.
The hitch in my mojo (whatever that hitch was) stuck with
me all day and really affected my ability to get credit.
Even though I started feeling better about things, I still
didn't get a single card. What bothered me the most about
it was that it bothered me at all. I hate that I have this
tendancy to base how well my day went by how many credit
card applications I run at work. It's rediculous. But,
it's my own personal race. Not necessarily against anyone
(not all the time, anyway) I just have to feel like I did
good. I wasn't feeling that yesterday.

After work, we went to Maija's birthday party. Going to
Bev's kid's birthday party is kind of an annual thing it
seems. We don't see much of each other during the year. In
fact, we go months without speaking, but for the past
couple of years, we've always gone to her children's
parties. Annie and Maija are about 15 months apart and
were each other's first friend. Bev used to live next door
when I lived with my parents on Bangor. We go way back. So
anyhow, we stayed over there until around 1:30am, just
chatting and catching up. Bev and I filled each other in
on what happened in our lives after we lost contact.
Having some sort of bridge to my past is almost
therapeutic, but weird at the same time. I walked into
Maija's bedroom last night and there on her bed was the
Mickey Mouse blanket I had on my bed from the time I was
about 5 years old until I moved up to a full sized bed at
16 years old. It was a combination of a sick sinking
feeling in my stomach and a heart-warming feeling knowing
that something I used to love and be comforted by was
getting a second life. My mother sold everything I had in
storage to Charlie (Maija's dad) after she kicked me out.
It's a long complicated story, but I'm glad to see
Charlie got the things I didn't get to have. Not that I
wanted all those old ghosts in my new life, anyway.
Starting over was the best thing I could have done.

Now about today: I woke up to the sound of the phone
ringing at 9:30am. I was still a little sleep-drunk, but
since Annie was sleeping over at Bev's I decided I needed
to stumble to the living room and answer it. My eyes
weren't focused enough to read the caller ID, so I just
answered. Turns out it was work. Lauren was throwing-up
sick and Brittany wanted to know if I could come in and
cover her shift, so she could go home. Since we had
nothing concrete planned and I had no good reason to say
no, I said "okay". It started out as an 11:30-3:30pm
shift, but Tamara asked me to stay later. So, I ended up
getting off at 6pm. I redeemed myself for getting no
credit yesterday and got 8 today. I'm a superstar again!

I love my Snookums. He has been so supportive of my job at
VS. I've been working tons of hours lately. Some weeks
between 30 and 35 hours consistently. That may not sound
like much, but for a part time job that started me off
with 8 hours a week. That's a huge leap. I've got the most
hours of any of the part time associates. The only ones
higher are the full time management team. Tamara, Jenny,
Kim, Kelly and Brittany. I'm glad Snookums understands how
much I love this job. I wish I hadn't spent $12,000 on an
education I probably won't use, but I guess being college
educated is never a bad thing.

Well, I'll be signing off for now. I'm tired, hungry and
cold. I think I'll go put on some flannel, eat a little
something and get some sleep. I've got tomorrow off (at
least, as of now), so I need to get laundry and cleaning
done. Snookums has been keeping his foot up to prevent
swelling, so he hasn't been able to help out. It's no big
deal, though. I'm used to the work, I just need TIME to do
it. Ciao!




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