Lost things
I seem to have misplaced my "Kill Bill, Vol. 2" CD. This at a time when I really want to hear Malaguena Salerosa pumped at high volumes on my now reassembled and fully juiced stereo. Always when I want things do they seem to vanish. And the vanishing is usually due to my own stupidity (yeah, I'm getting all meta and phoric; totally factual, though). In this case, I feel fairly certain that I left the CD at work in a display, forgot about it, and then we sold the display to some customer or another. Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit. Listening to Evanescence on high until the folks return from their sojourn, but it's not the same.
During my futile search for the CD I found a pin embossed with the word "Captain" and then my name taped underneath it. It's weird, coming across stuff that had obvious significance in the past (I rarely held onto pointless materials...too little storage space) but not remembering anything about it. I think I might have used it while I was an usher at my old church, St. Geralds. The captain himself was a old, if slightly odd, man named Bud. I think he might have given me the pin to use when he was out, although that strikes me as odd because I was about the youngest usher St. Geralds had. It's the only memory that makes sense, though. Unless I captained a boat somewhere along the line.
Damned errant CD. I'll have to borrow it from the library, then.
Came in from work to an empty house. Watched In America, which wasn't the spectacular movie I'd expected from all the warm reviews I'd heard regarding it. It did manage to tear me up a bit, though, in one of those manipulative scenes where everyone crowds around the dying guy like they give a shit and the youngest of them all starts with the touching dialogue. Don't know if I'll be able to forgive myself for that one. In my defense, I think I was in a weepy mood. Somewhat out of sorts, and I was hoping the waterworks would be cathartic. Only a little.
My numbers at work have been down for the last month or so. Part of it is that this manager really doesn't push us to sell. Most of it is that I just despise the whole selling thing, and I find myself spending much of my time on the floor reading various periodicals and/or surfing the web on POS, leaving all the money-making sales to everyone else. Then I get upset that my paycheck is smaller and smaller, I spend more time not selling, cue endless cycle. I wonder if I should even pick up my half-ass attempts to find another job, seeing as I'll want to spend most of my time while at school focusing *on* school. But I do need a paycheck, I just can't see myself getting it while opening and closing Radioshack. I would love to work in a gaming store, though. It's be a walkin' talkin' wet dream. Minimum wage, but the fun factor cannot be denied.
Oh well. Off to bed.
During my futile search for the CD I found a pin embossed with the word "Captain" and then my name taped underneath it. It's weird, coming across stuff that had obvious significance in the past (I rarely held onto pointless materials...too little storage space) but not remembering anything about it. I think I might have used it while I was an usher at my old church, St. Geralds. The captain himself was a old, if slightly odd, man named Bud. I think he might have given me the pin to use when he was out, although that strikes me as odd because I was about the youngest usher St. Geralds had. It's the only memory that makes sense, though. Unless I captained a boat somewhere along the line.
Damned errant CD. I'll have to borrow it from the library, then.
Came in from work to an empty house. Watched In America, which wasn't the spectacular movie I'd expected from all the warm reviews I'd heard regarding it. It did manage to tear me up a bit, though, in one of those manipulative scenes where everyone crowds around the dying guy like they give a shit and the youngest of them all starts with the touching dialogue. Don't know if I'll be able to forgive myself for that one. In my defense, I think I was in a weepy mood. Somewhat out of sorts, and I was hoping the waterworks would be cathartic. Only a little.
My numbers at work have been down for the last month or so. Part of it is that this manager really doesn't push us to sell. Most of it is that I just despise the whole selling thing, and I find myself spending much of my time on the floor reading various periodicals and/or surfing the web on POS, leaving all the money-making sales to everyone else. Then I get upset that my paycheck is smaller and smaller, I spend more time not selling, cue endless cycle. I wonder if I should even pick up my half-ass attempts to find another job, seeing as I'll want to spend most of my time while at school focusing *on* school. But I do need a paycheck, I just can't see myself getting it while opening and closing Radioshack. I would love to work in a gaming store, though. It's be a walkin' talkin' wet dream. Minimum wage, but the fun factor cannot be denied.
Oh well. Off to bed.