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My Life Thus Far
2007-02-10 06:43:49 (UTC)

Dysfunctional Eccentrics

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God, work was long. It's a good damn thing I like my job
(actually, love it) or today would have sucked royally. I
opened this morning, which isn't a shift I normally have,
but it's still within my hours of availability, so I was
cool with it and I also had that on-call, too. By the time
1:30pm rolls around, I get ready to go, because Tamara
said she didn't need me. I didn't get more than 4 stores
away when my cellphone rang. It was VS, they needed me
back. I'm telling you, if it had been any other job, I'd
have found a damn good reason not to go back. Once they
tell you they don't need you for the on-call, you're no
longer required to come in. It's up to you to be nice and
do them a favor. I figured it wasn't going to kill me to
pull an 8 hour shift, so I did it. More spending money,
that's how I see it.

My period started while I was between shifts. While I was
on the phone talking with Jenny about when I'd be back, I
felt that undeniable warm, sticky feeling between my legs.
It isn't just wet, it's got a whole different feel than
anything else, which makes it distinguishable. I didn't
have any tampons with me, but there's a huge Costco box in
the bathroom at work. Being that VS is an entirely all
girl environment, It isn't surprising there's a box of
community tampons in the bathroom.

After work, which encompassed the largest section of my
day, I hit the gym. The girls are always happy and content
while I'm there, so I was able to unwind and burn off a
little tension. Not that my job is stressful, but standing
in high heels for 8 hours with an artificial smile on your
face gets tiring. I rode the stationary bike for an hour.
When I got off, I thought my ass had died, it was so numb.
I don't think I'll do that again. Too much time on the
fanny.

Sue called me on my cellphone today, which is different.
She normally calls on the house phone. I guess she got
tired of me not returning her phone calls and e-mails. I
didn't want to talk to her. I don't want to talk to any of
them! Why can't they see that I don't want to be bothered
while Snookums is gone. I don't want to call, write or do
anything that involves them. I'm in my own bubble with my
own stimuli and I don't need anything from them. It isn't
that I don't like them, I just don't want to talk to them.
Every time I do, I can hear the pity in their voices and I
don't need pity. They need the pity! Dysfunctional
eccentrics.

The girls are tucked all snug in their beds and I'm
pooped. I can't even begin to describe how tired I am. I
think I'll shower, brew myself up a cup of French Vanilla
Cafe and then hit the hay. I'd rather be having a roll in
the hay, but no one cares about my needs. Ciao.




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