a brand new level of grouch

I had a few thoughts swimming around in my head. I am grouchy so I may not be properly converting the thoughts into words. At present I do not care.

I started working at Pier 1 and I smell like potpourri (gross) and am covered in glitter. I like it though, as much as one can like a job that pays $8 an hour. I like arranging pretty things on shelves and helping to make people's fine home furnishing dreams come to life.

I promised myself that I would be a nicer person now that I am in my thirties. I would not judge or hate people for being "less-than". Well, that did not last long. I (insert synonym for hate) my co-worker Fuchsia (names have been changed). She has an annoying accent. She talked about eyeing up customers to make sure they are not stealing, especially pregnant women (make sure they came in the store pregnant!). I offered her an olive branch of a witty comment and she ignored me. All bets are off, Fuchsia. Yes, you can be my work-arch-nemesis.

I am so busy holding myself together when I am alone that I am unable to cry. When talking to another person about the current state of my life right now I am pretty consistent with the waterworks. When I am alone I mainly blankly stare at the TV or sleep. I am a real barrell of laughs.

Someone mentioned that they might go as my blog for Halloween since it is so scary and depressing. I am strangely flattered, the way a sociopath might be flattered that people stop and stare at the trainwreck that is their life.

Sweet sweet slumber

Jon officially moved out on Friday. I scheduled a day of fun activities away from the house so that I would not have to witness the move. I agreed to watch Sammich for a few days so that Jon could unpack his things in peace. Tonight I am delivering Sammich to Jon's new apartment (across the street from the Capital building and one block from his work) and we are exchanging goodbye gifts.
My mom and I took Spencer and Sammich to the dog park today. Sammich befriended a Great Dane, Spencer humped every dog that would let him and I befriended a woman about my age named Meghan. I suggested to my mom that maybe I would have a heterosexual life partnership with a woman since men are so tricky. She agreed that women are easier to understand and that she had read about women sharing lives together for the companionship without necessarily being lesbians.
I like the idea, although I am all talk. I have the energy for nothing beyond watching TV and occasionally showering right now. I usually manage the energy for one thing (for example: one job interview) and then need to go home and take a 4 hour nap. I look forward to the day when I feel more like myself again.