2004-05-29 - 7:08 p.m.
Working retail in a(n) historical part of a touristy town on a holiday weekend it less fun than even I could've anticipated. Granted, there are plenty of adorable kids and pleasant adults, but there are twelve times as many high-maintenance assholes coming in, complaining about our selection of kites, about the others who are playing with toys, just to start the list of what's wrong with our establishment, and we who represent it. The fun doesn't stop! I got a tasty (read: fattening) espresso beverage and lots of candy for dinner. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) I'm now jacked up beyond obnoxiousness. Coffee, candy and toys. On the plus side, my customer service skills are top notch!
So apparently all of the stores in the Old Port (at least the ones where I like to drop money) are anti-beverage. So I couldn't look around on my break because coffee was the first thing I bought. But 4/5ths of these establishments allow dogs! So what I'm getting from this is that they'd rather chance having their wares shat upon then let me walk around with a covered coffee cup. Interesting.
What else? Things are going well. Working full time, all the time is weird. The weeks fly by. My life is literally work. But work doesn't feel like a JOB. It's like I show up at this place to give people toys in exchange for commerce, then I go home. I live and breathe toys, and toy people. I'm getting really good at holding a child's attention. I still can't juggle, and I'm a pathetic yoyoer. I wear one shirt 23 days out of the month (on average). It's purple and oversized. I haven't given a massage since I started working here two months ago, though all I have to do now is send $90 to the state of Maine to be certified. But I'm comfortable with how things are. Perhaps too comfortable?
With that, I'm going to stop writing! Time to dance for customers!
