That House

I have a fever. Spring fever. I'm gardening and *gasp* cleaning. What the hell? I'm spending time outside. I may end up with a tan... okay, well, a sunburn. (God forbid. Maybe even freckles.) My plan for this week? Paint the house. Seriously, I think something might be wrong with me, this isn't natural. I've decided to give the house an  Alice in Wonderland meets Return to Oz meets Labyrinth theme. So lots of bright colors, glitter, and a smattering of insanity. Though I don't want people pulling up to my house in the dead of night thinking it's a house of ill repute. Maybe I'll get a sign that says: Not a whorehouse. Anyway, it's going to look like a classy madhouse. I can't wait to see my neighbor's faces!

Here's Johnny!

My boss is trying to kill me! I haven't had a day off since last Thursday. The urge to go on a stabbity- stab- stabbing spree is rising. All work and no play.. and all that. Does my manager not realize that if I don't get a day off it makes me a tad unpleasant. Like 'I will come across this counter and adjust that attitude problem for you, Ma'am and/or Sir' kind of unpleasant. I really don't want to throwdown with a customer just because I need a day off. Unless that customer happens to be really bitchy, in which case it is so ON!

Too Much Stress

I'm so glad to finally be away from my job for a day. My store is closing and it's been hell. Who knew it was more trouble to close a store then keep it up and running. One highlight from all of this, my stalker was totally bummed about my impending unemployment.When our signs went up telling of our coming end, he and his friends came in (as usual) and took a look around. The difference? In all the time he's been coming to my store he has never bought anything. Never, not once. But this time when he came in, he was actually quiet (instead of being loud and disruptive and trying to draw as much attention to himself as possible) and he bought some actual merchandise. I couldn't believe it. Neither could his friends, for that matter. I over heard: "Dude, what's wrong with you?... What are you? On your period?" His eyes flicked over to me then he said: "Shut the hell up!.. I'm gonna, uh, buy some... stuff." He came over to me, was super polite (and kinda creepily staring) and told me he was really sorry they were closing us down. Then he quietly exited my store. Without his friends. It was totally weird. My co-workers however, thought it was hilarious to see my teenage stalker so depressed. They're very warped people.( Ok, yes, it was kind of funny. But the hysterical laughter was a bit much.)