I feel like Yuck. I’m cold too. Wasn’t this worth clicking for? sigh I don’t feel like being entertaining. Tomorrow I have to be nice to Christmas shoppers for nine hours. At work tonight they asked if I could even come in an extra hour early tomorrow. What sane person could really handle ten hours of being nice to vandalizing, grumpy, often dense, Christmas shoppers? Not me, but I never claimed to have a great deal of sanity anyway.

Current mood: touched. lol Not in that sentimental sappy way. Touched as in a little bit dense. Not a lot, just a little. Knock on wood and you might get an echo.

Now, are you entertained? Please go away so I can bitch and moan in peace. Hug someone you kind of like.

Moving in January

We’ll be moving in January, to a town called Alliston. It’s farther north than we are now and I won’t really want that much of a commute to keep working at the same Zellers. There’s another Zellers in the town but I’ve pretty much had enough of working in retail. Some people really come in there looking for someone to make feel smaller than they do themselves. It’s pitiful. Although they make me angry I feel sorry for them too. Not enough to forgive them or forget them however. There is one guy I’d especially like to see in the last few days I’ll be working there. How surprised he would be to have one of the customer service people not put up with his attitude. The mouse that roared kind of deal.

Anyway, we had the Zellers Christmas party on Saturday night. It was ok. I would have had more fun if I’d come with a date. But, that never seems to happen.

Not much else to type about. I’ve been coughing a bit so I must be catching some cold from customers at work already. That’s another fun thing about working in a huge department store. 🙁

Take care, I won’t promise to update more often. If you read these things often you know how likely that is to actually happen. Merry Christmas if I don’t see you between now and then.

A Tired Day

News flash! I’m tired. 😀 I’m always tired, that’s not news. Some days lots of thing happen but you don’t feel any inspiration to write about them. So, here are the facts. I went out to a Pagan store, chatted and bought a silver pentagram to wear on the chain I bought at Zellers last week. I bought a red jasper stone which she made into a pendant for me too. She did a great job weaving the silver wire around the stone, I love it. The Hedge Witch was the store. I managed to chat and discover someone else who doesn’t believe in the Goddess either. That was a bonus.

Anyway, from there I drove to the movie theatre only I left as it looked closed. Even after going out for lunch there were no cars there and it was late in the day for them to still be closed. After lunch and checking the theatre again I drove across the street to all the new stores being built. There was a Michael’s Craft store so I went in and spent more money. I bought some Christmas craft beading with safety pins kits. I’d like to get into wire beading stuff. Not just beading, any goof any thread beads and tie a knot to keep them from sliding off. The wire stuff looks interesting and not too expensive. The biggest expense would be the copper (or silver) wire itself and the tools (wire cutters and pliers).

I drove home, wished I was in the right lane to hit the Chapters bookstore for the new issue of The Writer magazine. But, I’m working tomorrow and can pop in after work. I came home and Mom wanted to go out for dinner and look at a house in Innisfil which calls itself a town but isn’t even on the map as a town. It seems to be a county. It’s just one more odd map related issue. So we did go out, found the house and Mom is already coming up with reasons why it’s not the right one. I’m sure she will find her right one but (for myself) it would be really nice to know where we are moving to.

Which brings up the whole issue of ‘why am I moving with them’. I don’t especially want to. That wasn’t my intention when I came up here after the divorce. I don’t even want to write more about this tonight. I feel like I’m writing to please you (the anonymous busy body masses) not for myself. You always screw up when you put your reader too far ahead of your own self. At least for a journal.

Well, I’m tired. Seems like I’ve typed that a few thousand times this year alone. Nightie night.

PS- Pat, if you read this before I email you. I got the CD’s yesterday. Thanks. 🙂 I haven’t even started listening to them. Not in the right mood. Can anyone spend a few hours with their Mother and come away feeling sexy? Of course, now I feel guilty for typing that. It’s all a circle.