Well, last night I decided that I was going to apologize for my long absense from xanga to my wonderful and long-suffering readers by posting something exceptionally good. So, I wrote up half of a very intellegent and writerly dissertation on the effects of feminism in our society and the dangers and pitfalls of the popular agenda, however, when I sat down to my computer tonight, I had far, far, far too short an attention span to finish said dissertation. So, instead, I bring you Mindless Drivel: 6:30 AM
My alarm goes off, announcing to my sleep-deprived brain that it is time to, once again, be in work. It will be for the ninth day in a row after a forty-hour long week. This time, it will be to drive the hour it takes to get there for a an hour-long employee meeting in which they will cover the following topics: Do not steal. Do not let customers steal. Do not fall off the ladder. 6:31 AM
I mumble various curses into my pillow regarding the mental capacities and general appearance of the Bed Bath and Beyond President and then stumble out of bed. 7:15 AM
I am on the road, sipping my breakfast (a kid size box of juicy-juice) and wearing my dobak (black belt uniform). Last employee meeting I was a pirate. It is my passive-aggressive way of protesting the existance of 8AM employee meetings. 8:00 AM
I try not to fall asleep during the meeting. After all, I would hate to miss the whole "do not steal from the company" speech. Goodness knows I had no idea that was a company policy, or that I should not partake in stealing. 9:00AM
The meeting is over and I have an hour to kill before heading to the mall for some Christmas shopping. I head to Barnes and Noble where I get a mocha latte and a stack of books and sink into one of the wonderful oversized chairs.
9:15 AM
I read W.S. Merwin's (my favorite poet, besides Robert Frost) Migration. I cried quietly after reading "Burning the Cat" (a thoughful and emotionally powerful poem contrasting the berevity and frailty of life with the clinging presence of death and the inability to let go easily). Then I burst into tears after reading "Shipwreak" (a poem about a shipwreak). Then I read Bleach (manga) and started giggling at Kon's attempts to find an owner. By this time I was recieving nervous looks from other customers and the baristas were whispering something about one-too-many lattes. 11:00 AM
I arrive at the mall. It is crowded and stuffy and smells like old overcoats recently taken out of winter storage. The air is stale and the flourescent lights bathe the tile floor in a sci-fi-like glow of artificiality. 12:00 PM
I arrive at Hot Topic looking for a dress. I find a wonderful "Helena" dress (from the MCR music video) but it was just a smidge too small and I leave pouty. Maybe they'll get more in soon. I need a nice dress. I don't have anything fancy right now, just house dresses and bohemian street dresses. 3:00 PM
I stop at the random free phone in the middle of the random parking lot to make a random call home, since I seem to have forgotten my cell phone, which is often left in random places. 3:15 PM
Yarn. Christmas chocolates for Nannie. Boxes for the Naughty Box. Coffee. Ah, the wonders of WalMart. So many different things in so small an area. 4:00 PM
Time to head home. On the way, however, I see a brand new store advertising manga and anime. Much swerving and honking of horns and near-miss accidents and squealing (of tires and of driver) I am inside. Thankfully, my car is not inside with me. I had the presence of mind to park it before going in. 4:30 PM
I leave with a Fullmetal Alchemist patch and genuine bamboo hairsticks made in Japan! (Unlike the ones I get at Claire's, which are made in China. Wooo). 5:30 PM
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