I haven’t really written here in a while. I might link to something or post a photograph, but it’s been a while for actual writing. I don’t think I even posted about getting newsstand lead position. Anyways, today was an exciting day at work. We had a very, very good night from a store standpoint. I expected that to be bad for me personally, but it was pretty exciting. I also enjoy being treated like I matter by the “higher ups,” which I have been lately. It’s a nice place to work. It’s also interesting to socialize with a large group of people who all know each other. It’s almost like high school or the dorms. I’ve been used to having disjoint groups of friends – not a “group.”
Christmas is almost here! I’m not seeing family Christmas Eve like I usually do because I work that day. It’ll be nice to go home and relax rather than feel the stress though. On Christmas day I’ll go to my mom’s. I already got my gift from them – money, which went straight to bills. You know, I owe $35k? At my current rate of pay, I’d have to work over 150 days straight (and I’m not calculating overtime here), 24 hours per day to make that much money.
I’ve been feeling pensive lately. I’m not really sure what about. Or rather, the ideas aren’t fully formed, and I wouldn’t want to talk about them in an open environment like a blog. Still, I suppose I wanted to share the fact that I don’t want to share!
So! Back on track, even though I clearly was never on a track at all. I’m not a damn train. Work was exciting. In just a couple days I’ll be able to actually zone the newsstand and get rid of all those damn Christmas magazines. I dream about magazines. Evil. Pure evil. But I’m pretty thankful, not that it’s Thanksgiving, for the people at work that especially make my day better. Not that I’m naming names. And not that they read this, because WebPageless usually gets 2-3 hits per day, and they’re usually me from my computer and phone.
Oh, and today I found two women standing in front of men’s and lifestyles magazines, holding up an open Playboy in front of their faces while reading in plain of sight of anyone who happened to be near, including children. Odd.
G’night.