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.
just discovered your blog. i read dark novels, watch bleak indie movies and listen to sad music so this story of a break up is right up my alley. although this is a real life story and i do feel for you. post break up is a lonely place to be.
ReplyDeleteon the bright side, you're a good writer.
suzanna