Insanity

I had one hellish eight hour experience at work today. I came in this morning expecting to have a nice calm Monday. It was not until I gazed ahead at the long line of people (and kids) in front of my cash register that I remembered that it's Martin Luther King Day. Everyone was having a three day weekend. Good for them, bad for me since I barely had a second to breathe during my shift. The person who organized the schedule obviously did not remember that the 17th of January this year was a holiday, nor did they anticipate the onslaught of people that flooded the store.

What surprised me the most was that I was in an inexplicable and delightfully good mood after I got home from the bookstore. I even willingly gave my brother ten dollars when he asked me to pay him back for late fees on my Hollywood rental card. What the fuck is wrong with me? It must have been the coffee I promised myself I would not have for another month. I could not resist...dammit. It might have also been the fact that I have a refreshing nine hours of sleep last night. I passed out at ten o'clock and heavily slumbered until my alarm clock blared at seven o'clock.

Tomorrow I have the day off, and I am already wondering what I can spend my money on. All I ever do anymore on my free days is go shopping with my mom. Maybe I should go to bank and make a deposit so I won't be tempted to blow the cash I am supposed to be saving anyway. The good news is that I will have over one thousand with my next paycheck - that's a plane ticket to Italy right there (if I am lucky enough to find a discounted price).

That reminds me, I do have a valid reason for spending money. I have to buy some stationary so I can write a nice long letter to Paulina. I promised her that I would write to her, but thus far, I either keep forgetting (most used excuse .1) or haven't had the time because of work (most used excuse number .2). She must think I don't like her or something. My aunt sent me a short note with a tour catalogue she got me saying that Paulina has not received anything from me yet. I felt horrible after reading that. I don't like abandoning friends, and that's probably what she thinks I am doing.

Oh, yes, how interesting it must be to read about the miniscule details of my boring life. I am sure you are more than sick of reading my rambling - although telling by this blog's statistics nobody is reading anyway. Ha.

Thoughts of the day: Why do some people get defensive when I have to check their ID before they use their credit cards? I need a new job. I can't wait until I take time off in March/April.