Making a Change:

( Be aware: very detailed to the point of it really not mattering much to the story )

So yesterday was my "official" first day at Pier 1 (she counted my half an hour on monday as some time). I trained for register, which is surprisingly easy. If it doesn't scan, type in the number. No tag? look it up.

I really like the people there. They are so friendly and nice and stuff. I met... Katie- who is getting married soon, Joni- a single mom of two older children who is getting her 4-year degree, er... I want to say Lauren?- who is a drama teacher at Arvada West. They are all really fun people who I'd really like to work with more.

Joni, the single mom, has a nephew that goes to Mines. She was trying to set me up, which was kind of funny. He is friends with Evan Pilot (sp?), which sounded uber familiar. But then I'm like "oh, no. I'm already seeing someone." Which was all good and dandy, "No harm expanding you're social circle at any rate!" No Joni, no harm indeed.

I already helped someone! They wanted this one jewelry case and I was like "there are some in back, we can get it for you when you're all ready." But then she was like "I'll think about it" and left. But still!

"worked" 3 1/2 hours, since they said I could leave after I was done training. Next time I go in I have to watch movies. ugh.

There is so much stuff in that store that I'd kill to have, no joke. Really, like there is this SWEET looking 4-poster bed that is...oh my goodness. So amazing (but I have a thing for 4-poster beds so...).

Apparently you can get paid 1.5 times normal pay for working holidays, so when the time comes I might work Thanksgiving, Easter, maybe even Christmas. My family pretty much has two of each of these holidays anyway (one on the day, one either earlier or later), so why not? We'll see what happens.

I will hopefully start getting things packed as of tonight. Start cleaning out my desk so I can dismantle it... That's one of the first things I want to move, actually. Along with my mattress, wicker basket, tv (bigger one), and dishes. Eventually need to start a list so I don't forget anything.

My cat totally killed the toilet paper my mom got. So we have maybe three good rolls out of that.

I'm pretty excited.

Dude, I'm so tired right now that it's not even funny. I didn't stay up too late (a little after eleven), and I got up at 6:20. So about seven hours of sleep. What is your problem, body?

Maybe I can sneak up to my brother's cube (since he is gone at church camp) and snatch a quick nap. Don't think it's a wise idea though... So I'll just go ahead and pump myself full of diet soda so I don't sleep (because if I sleep I risk being fired AND/OR getting a drug screening). Oh work, how you kill me so.

So it's friggen cold in here. I have to wear fall clothing to work just so I can keep warm. I really hate it. You see, when I get cold I want to sleep. cold = sleep, kind of like bears that go into hibernation. That doesn't help my "I apparently didn't get enough sleep" scenario. So I guess what I have to do is make my self obnoxiously hot so that I'm so uncomfortable that I don't fall asleep. Good deal.

So I'm trying this thing where I'm actually trying to look like a girl. This is not an easy task, mind you, because I have little to no self confidence when it comes to girl stuff. Since my face is having the breakout from hell, no make-up as of yet. I'm wearing shoes that some lady at payless helped me pick out.

Right. I'll tell you that story, since I haven't told it yet (I'm at work and bored, sorry). It all started when I was purchasing a last minute baby-shower gift for Sam. I see payless and I'm like "I'm starting a Pier 1, and I have no good looking shoes for the job besides heels (which I'm NOT wearing for 4+ hours while standing. Even I'm not that awesome). So I go in and start looking. I base what I'm getting off what Stephanie has showed me since she's more of a girl AND works a standing-all-freaking-day job. The lady comes over, noticing my trouble. I think to myself "She stands all day, she'd know what to buy!" So I tell her that I'm starting a new job where I need business casual shoes that I can stand all day in. "You'll want something like this."

She pulls out these black shoes that remind me of this one pair of green shoes I had when I was little. I loved those shoes...

I put them on, and they are the comfiest shoes I have put on my feet since...forever. Not on sale, but you can't disagree with ample padding. The lady leaves me to my own devices and I choose a brown pair that is similar. My dad always said, you need one pair of black shoes and one pair of brown shoes, and then you are set for just about anything.

My adventure ended with me going to the baby shower. Sam’s family is sometimes very open about sex. It’s kind of funny, considering… yeah.

So I actually feel pretty important today. And now I found stuff I didn’t know existed! Huzzah! Go me! And pretty much it’s the same thing I’ve been doing, but this was on a core that I hadn’t seen yet so! One less for me! Again, HUZZAH!

What else can I talk about during my blatant waste of time?

Oh goodness I just smelled a delicious brownie. I had some brownie this morning, did I mention? It was delicious. I kind of want to go to The Market to get some cheesecake ice cream. They say you can’t get much for under $5 downtown, well obviously they’re eating at places like the cheesecake factory where you’re lucky if you can eat there for under ten dollars. Lunch today is on the company since this lady named Sonya is up. She’s in IT, I think, and since my dad is in IT I get to go with for their lunch (not to mention I get along with them very well).

I was so relieved when yesterday the girls at Pier One weren’t afraid to start asking me questions and stuff. Really, I like talking about everything and I’m glad they aren’t like the people in cubes here who barely ever talk to me (I don’t know why, but I think it might have to do with how I don’t really WORK all that often…but whatever).

Er… Grant is doing well, I guess. They’ve been having quite a few electric storms there. Nothing really new to report, just lots of giggling and being stupidly happy. It’s a nice feeling, though. I just… really really like him. Yeah. Excellent. Now you know.

Only two hours (ish) left. Then it’s lunch time! I love lunch time, not for the food, but for the company. I kind of sit here in my own little world, and sometimes, like today, it gets boring. I wish I could read something, but I would get in trouble. I wish I could fall asleep, but again- trouble. Drinking can after can of caffeine is not a good idea either. Just last week I was off it. Seriously. WTF body, W.T.F.

I suppose that if I actually went to bed at a reasonable time I’d be alright but… ugh.

Okay, something else about work. Some people decide that they need to KNOCK on all the cubicle walls. Not only does it freak me out, it makes me think someone needs my attention. So after someone knocks, here I am looking around for the person but they’re not there! Come on. YARG.  AND I don’t like backing to a walkway. It also freaks me out. Even when I’m doing actual work, it’s just hella distracting. I suppose there is no cure for that but…could you have at least arranged it so that my desk faces another way so I don’t get people looking at the back of my head all the time?

So my mom got me sheets that will fit a regular mattress. I told her not to, but she didn’t listen. But she also got me a mattress pad that is somewhat fluffy, which is good. My mom shops deals excellently.

Found the official Nabaztag/tag site. All systems are go for motivation. EXCELLENT.