You Tried

This morning didn't start out too well. For one, I didn't even want to move. I woke up at one point, thought to myself that it must be about two o'clock, I rolled over, and I was right. But I still didn't get up. Plus, I started my period over the night and that was fucking fantastic! I feel like a newbie to being a woman all over again. Well, this is wildly inappropriate for being written down.

The day was mildly productive, at least. Once I finally pulled myself out of bed at three, I looked at my phone and saw a plethora of messages. Kyra told me that we couldn't hang out today because she had surprise family things, but I was completely fine with that. I was trying to figure out a way to say that I just wasn't in the mood to people today. But that was just my morning grumpiness speaking there. I really do miss her.

So, instead, I just sat in the living room watching the interactions between my family members for a few moments, and then I went out.

I hit Tractor Supply first to see if I could find a new drop pan for Puddin. Because the one she has now doesn't work for how often I clean out her cage. It's like poop mountain. I swear. But I'm either busy or lazy. Or a combination of both. I tell you, I don't have me time anymore, so when I have it, I do nothing but eat. Junk food, mind you.

I didn't find anything I liked, so I moved on to Ann Arbor. I drove around way too long trying to find a parking spot. I went in quite a few circles. At one point, I thought I found one, and then an asshole in front of me decided he'd just back right up into it despite the fact that he pulled in very nicely into the one in front of it. I got pissed off and teary eyed at the same fucking time. I cry when I'm angry sometimes. I hate myself for it, but I can't exactly stop myself. All I can do is make sure no one sees.

Once I did find one, I nearly gave myself whiplash. What I did was see the spot, take a couple seconds to process it, whip into the empty space in front of the spot, and just back up into the spot with my foot on the gas because I'm brilliant. I dunno how I kept the wheel so straight because it felt like I was swerving like a madwoman. I was a couple inches further away from the curb than I should ever be, but whatever. It wasn't exactly parallel parking that I did. I don't even know what I did there. Funny thing is, the person behind me in the parking spot was still in her car. I felt like she was staring me down when I got out of the car, and for good reason. I was only a couple inches away from her front bumper. I never said I was good at backing up. That's why I was so proud of myself when I backed all the way down the cute guy's driveway on Lori Lynn when I delivered to him. And then, the car behind her was a cop car. I was freaking out, actually. I couldn't find a parking meter, so I didn't know if he would ticket me for not paying for my spot. And a couple of the spots I found earlier required a permit to park at, so I was afraid that the spot I parked in would require a permit as well. And I was just freaking out. I didn't have time or money to pay Ann Arbor for a parking ticket.

I left for the Vault anyway. I needed to pick up my subscription. So I got my comic books from the guy working the counter, and I just realized that I probably missed about three months. I ended up spending over twenty bucks on catching up with those comics. That was pretty much everything in my pocket. All my tips. Gone. Into comic books I won't be able to read in a long time yet. And then, of course, I stopped at the chocolate store and bought myself chocolate. Which I had to pay with my debit card because I only had one dollar left in my wallet. Wait a moment ... I have a fuckload of quarters. Oops.

Hey, did I ever mention my fascination with the word "fuckload" when I randomly said it instead of some other word at work one day? Yeah. I still use it, apparently.

When I returned to my car, I realized that I parked right across from the library, which facilitated free parking. I dunno if that applied to where I parked as well, but I didn't care to figure out the hard way. The cop hadn't gotten back to his car, and the person that was in the car when I parked didn't exist any longer, either, so I jumped into my car and took off. I took Dexter-Ann Arbor home, but ended up following West Delhi because I've never been on that road before. Besides, my goal was to get to Classic, not home.

While I was on Huron River, only about a minute away from the shop, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Curious, I pulled it out and checked the ID: Classic Pizza. Confused as hell, I answered it. It was Wes. I told him, before he even got to what he wanted to talk about, that I was less than a minute away from the shop and that I was planning on stopping by. He told me what he needed to say anyway. Apparently Galya quit and they needed someone to cover the shift. I hesitated, completely blown away. After a couple seconds, I told him that I could come in. Thursday.

I whipped the car into a random place alongside the building, waved to Scott, whom was leaving, and walked in the door. I think Jake got to me first. He asked me if I had any lotion. I looked at him, confused, and then told him no. He exclaimed that I was a girl, that I should have stuff like that in my car. Again, I tossed him a look and said no. And then asked him what he needed it for. He said that he just got out of the shower before coming to work and the skin around his face felt tight. So, it appears things between me and Jake are going well right now.

I saw Wes, and still surprised by the fact that Galya had just quit, I said something about it. Wes or Ralph said that she wasn't even in Dexter schools anymore - that she wasn't even in the town. I let out the biggest "OH!" Everyone's eyes turned to me. Though Nate and either Von or Matt were more in my direct line of sight. I said I couldn't explain anything, but that it made a lot more sense to me. Even Ralph was confused by how I was able to piece things together.

After a little bit of standing around and looking around the shop, I turned to Ralph when he walked by again and told him that I ended up closing for Erich the night before. He asked if everything was alright between the two of us. I kind of stretched the truth. That we figured things out, that there really wasn't a problem, and so on. I told him that I closed more because I felt guilty for things that I said. Ralph asked if this would need to be fixed ... by him. I said that we would be fine. I really didn't need to explain things to Ralph. Really, the whole thing was rather childish. On all our parts.

I don't know if Ralph is going to change my pay for that day, though. It would kind of throw off the deposit, I think. I don't really know, though. I'm already getting paid in cash tomorrow. That was the whole point in telling him, though. He didn't even notice, I guess. Which is good. It means Matt and I did everything correctly last night. I'm a fast learner, okay?

Once that exchange was over, I stood around for a couple more minutes, laughed at Matt for being an inside person for the day, and then left as Nate was packing up for a delivery. I don't know how to leave that place slowly. I just kind of raced out of there. I wasn't angry or anything.

When I got home, I took care of the rabbits. I cradled J for a little bit, just because he's so tiny and adorable. I really do love that guy. I think he's my favorite rabbit. He is kinda cuddly. Rabbits aren't cuddly creatures, contrary to popular belief.

I got a bit of my room cleaned. Up picked up my school stuff and sorted my backpack out for next semester. I folded all of my clothes, did the rest of my dirty laundry that piled up since doing that laundry, and got all of that folded. I went through my shirts tonight and got rid of a bunch that either didn't fit or I just didn't like as much anymore. I like my geeky shirts, but my shirts are getting a bit out of hand. I still need to clean Puddin's cage, but I'm going to go back to Tractor Supply and get that drop pan first. Sometime this week. I also helped my mom with a batch of peanut brittle and talked with her a bit. I told her about Carson. For some reason, she's really been bugging me to get a boyfriend lately. She doesn't know about Wes yet, but I don't even know if that relationship is going to stay. I know he really, really likes me. I like him as well, but I dunno ... I want someone that can often make me smile. He's heavy on the compliments and I don't know if I completely enjoy that. I need to figure myself out first before I can talk to him about things, though. I also told my mom a couple more factoids about my workmates and she's kind of getting the ability to mention people by name. I got Jake's character pounded in her head, which makes me laugh. I think I also kind of explained my crush on Nate. I dunno why I can talk to her about things like this, but when things become real I shut right up.

I got a whole list of things to do while my family is gone this weekend. I need to clean the whole basement, make sugar cookies, make vanilla popcorn, finish cleaning my room. I'm taking care of the dog this weekend. But now I work the next four days. I get Monday and Tuesday off for sure, since the shop is closed, but I need everything done before then.

Also, because I said I'd cover for Galya Thursday, my date that Wes and I were planning Thursday night kind of got destroyed. I apologized probably about a dozen times over to him. I know what it feels like when a friend cancels plans. And I'm supposed to be his girlfriend. Maybe. I don't even know. We figured that I we could reschedule to after work on Friday. Hopefully I can convince Wes to let me go early. He's turned out to be a lot nicer of a guy recently than I'd ever imagined, so I think if I tell him I have a date, he'll try his best. While complaining the whole while to me, combined with calling me names and attacking me. But that's okay, cuz I do it right back to him. I think I'd have to stop by home real quick to take care of Daysie - because my family should be gone by then - but then I could find his place to watch TV shows and whatnot. Play another game of chess. Play Conan.

I was talking to Abbi, who's been in a brilliant mood, and I told her that I'm working Thursday with her. So I'm going to pick her up after school and do who knows what tomorrow. And then go to work. Hey - and maybe take her home since we couldn't do that Tuesday! I'm cool with that, and I'm sure she would be as well. She asked me if it would be alright if Lyn came in Saturday, hopefully after Wes leaves. Jake's my closing driver that day, which is my only concern, but I'm totally for it. I was actually going through Facebook to find her, but she has her messaging turned off to strangers. Abbi said in a journal a while back that she wasn't going to ask Lyn to take any time out for her because she didn't matter. Which, I know isn't true. So I was going to ask Lyn for her. I told Abbi that today, and ohmydear. Let's just leave it like that.

Yeah, so, other than that. I've been planning my rabbits' well-being for when I'm going to be gone next weekend. I have a list written up for whomever takes care of them, and set up bins for the person to dump into the j-hops each day. I need to figure out what I'm doing with Isis, since she's due the day I leave. I also let Puddin out of her cage today for the first time in a while, and what can I say? She rather enjoys freedom. She tried attacking a lot of the shirts I had out when I was sorting through them, though. I veto her opinion.

About time I start working on getting Abbi's Christmas present together, though, I'd say. I'd like to get everything finished by Saturday, since that's the last day we work together before Christmas. I think one of my ideas is being saved for her birthday present, though.

Did I ever mention how pretty my Puddin is? No? Huh.