Saturday, October 15, 2011

Workman's Comp.

As much as I wish, my faith is still at a very low level. Waiting for the Lord to reveal the reason my shoulders are still in continuous pain. Went to the company doctor a few weeks ago. Now I am on 'light duty' at work. That means I people greet. The job seems boring but it really isn't, no more so than cashiering!
Walmart is doing layaway this Christmas season and I was chosen (oh, yeah) to be a part of it. Sadly, with my restrictions, I have been watching the show unfold without me.
Have been slacking off on my letter-writing for the past weeks. I have a few I wrote (Astronomy class is convenient) for my grandfather and Cameron that I just haven't mailed. Not Good.
Ordered a PHD shirt! YAY! Nothing like paying through the nose for a logo. $25. A jacket with the logo is $100+ and I lose sweatshirts like no one can. I seriously do. I bought one a few weeks ago and only had it a few days. Several of the ones I've had (like an expensive Hollister jacket and special track jackets) I loaned and never got them back. Trust me, I remember everyone who 1; never gave a jacket back; and 2; borrowed more than $20 they didn't return.
Mostly because when you're in middle school and high school and you don't have much money and you hate most of your clothing, losing money or a prized jacket is a big deal. Especially if you trusted someone with it.
This last one I was responsible for. I forgot it at work and it disappeared. Well, it isn't right to take someone's jacket if you find it, but it's also dumb to leave it to be stolen.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I don't facebook stalk my ex.

Not anymore. Whatever that was, I got over it. Though I still miss dancing with him... I think I just wanted to be a part of someone's life and he just happened to be there.
I had a great day at work. I got to do a more-than-average amount of gushing about how great Walmart is. There's so much complaining sometimes I feel I'm standing on my own. I still haven't heard a single complaint unique to Walmart though, and that's encouraging, in a twisted kind of way. Just... once you start complaining, you'll complain no matter where you are or what's going on. I stopped, and my outlook has improved dramatically. Now I'm held highly accountable for my words too. I complained last week and got a sore throat almost immediately... let me tell you I repented very fast! Still took me three days to get over, and I had to ignore a few silly cold symptoms the devil tried to give me. Praise the Lord for His grace and wisdom.

"Tell me why we're talkin' when we dance so good." -Wakey!Wakey!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I facebook stalk my ex.

Yes, I do. my ex from a couple years ago. I'm not really sure why, because I never talk to him or see him at all. He's had lots of girlfriends (and lovers, he's quite loose) since we broke up and I don't really want to know about them... but he pretty much never posts anything. He's one of those strange people who can completely ignore the world but still get several wall posts a week from their contacts.
I think I just feel left out. I miss shuffling with him, mostly. For a while I still danced by myself but after a while it just made me so sad I gave up. I have a new leash on it now, and I'm back in the game. I figure if I can find an "in" into the shuffle community I'll be able to find a new partner. The first couple days of getting back into it I felt really slow but it's amazing how much speed I've regained. I want to show the shuffle community what I have to offer, in a big way. I cam up with a totally amazing plan and all I have to do is practice and get myself back up to my old speeds, plus a little.
ANYWAY, back to the ex... I feel left out. I know I wasn't ever very important and almost everything was a lie, but... it makes me sad to see how lost he is. I want to help him. I also want to know what's going on in his life. He doesn't have restrictions on his wall so anyone can view it but there isn't much to view besides other people's random posts he always ignores. And he doesn't seem to care what I'm doing. Which, isn't a big deal, seriously it isn't. I don't understand him is what this comes down to.

And I really thought I did.
I thought I understood him perfectly.
"Love" is blind.