2004-03-07 - 12:59 p.m.
Look! My background is luck-o'-the-Irish green! (not the official color name. It's the nickname I've assigned to it). After too many minutes trying to make an image appear, I gave up and resolved to be content with an original background color.
So I got to work today just to be sent back home. It's inventory day, and unlike last time (read "NPR vs. the Patriots"...at least I think that's what the entry name was?), where the counters arrived in the afternoon, they apparently showed up early this morning, and started at the front of the store, instead of out back. They were on their way out back when I arrived. So unless I wanted to sit and watch fifteen people count the merchandise in the stock room, I was free to leave. So I did. I instead went to Northern Sky Toyz (that's right, TOYZ! Badass? I don't know) to apply for the full-time job they have opening the end of this month. I know three people there, and they all offered to sing my praises. So I'm not getting my hopes up. But the manager was there this morning, and she's going to talk to "Bob" and call me tomorrow for an interview. If I work there I'd get to learn how to juggle and yo-yo! And I'd have to become some kind of kite expert! It's so exciting. Not to mention that the store is at most a quarter of a mile from my apartment. FORCED AEROBIC ACTIVITY!
Again, I'm not at home, so I should probably stop talking. Though there are so many things I could write about. Like the discord between two of the three anchor people on my local morning news station. And the fact that not even my dreams will allow me to cheat on Jeremy. Am I the only person who can't have a dream that even SUGGESTS sexuality without feeling subconscious guilt? I had a dream just the other night in which Eugene Levy was driving me to local shopping centers,trying to have meaningful conversations with me which would inevitably end up in light making out. But no! Dream-state me told him I couldn't participate in such frivolities because I was dating someone!! Jeremy can have guiltless dreams of sticking a finger into Anna Nicole Smith's rear end, but I can't even maintain eye contact with suitors when I sleep. But yeah! Another time.
