I just got home from work. I had to park my car outside of the apartment complex because some jerk-ass parked in my space AGAIN. It says "Reserved." How is that unclear?? Am I too nice for not wanting to have people towed, knowing the hassle they'd have to go through? And/Or, am I too much of a wuss for fearing retaliation against my poor sweet car next time I parked it in my spot? I don't know.

Anyway, as I was walking to my apartment from my car, these guys dressed in black were passing me and I swear to god I saw them carrying a crowbar! I saw it, tensed up a bit, and thought, just walk by them, be cool, everything's fine... Then I glanced over at it again and you know what? It was an umbrella. Yeah, it's been raining a lot here. Young guys, just walking with an umbrella, and I assumed the worst. I don't know whether I'm safety-minded or just plain paranoid! All I know is that if I am feeling this way in the suburbs, city living is most certainly not for me!

Anyway, now I'm home, and I'm about to eat the rest of my huge sandwich for dinner. I ate half of it on my break and it is outstanding! Turkey and mozzerella, with mayo and veggies. No wonder all the girls from work eat at that restaurant all the time -- it's fantastic! I'm sure I'll be going back again!

I have to admit, after the fun I had at work tonight, I feel like a dork for being upset about things yesterday. Several things were at play, I guess. I felt broke when I wrote that, and today I don't. Today I got a check from Cici's owner and the clothes shop. It's amazing what some money in your pocket will do to raise your spirits! Also, I didn't go out of the house all day that day. It's sad to have to admit that staying home all day watching t.v. in my pajamas is actually not healthy for me. I always think days like that will be fun, but by the end of them, I'm feeling edgy and weird from not having enough human contact or physical activity. Lately, I'm learning more about what I need in order to feel good about myself. Getting up and moving is one of them. Laughing with people is another.

Today I did just that. Lots of carrying clothes around, lifting, folding, putting things back, walking from one end of the store to the other. I kept doing dorky things or not noticing things right away and every time I did, I'd say, "Oh, heh-heh-HAH!", laughing in this crazy way. My coworkers kept calling me cute and laughing along with me. Unless, of course, they were laughing at me. Well, either way, we were all laughing together and it was pretty damn fun.

Work was busy-busy-busy which means it went by super lightning quick! I love it when that happens! Also, some customers bought stuff because I made it sound so cute and cool. They laughed when I read the buttons out loud and had to buy them. That made me feel good, too. TWO customers thanked me specifically and effusively for all my help. I am good at customer service! Yay!

After work, the store manager's husband wasn't there to pick her up. She called him and he had misunderstood what time to arrive, so he headed out, and she couldn't decide whether to laugh or feel annoyed at him. I waited with her until he arrived, and she and I just hung out and chatted the whole time. She is so funny and talks a lot and really fast! People used to tease me for talking so fast when I was younger, so she reminds me of myself a little bit. I don't do that anymore, I don't think, especially after Speech class, where I had important lessons drilled into my brain, such as, "Speak slowly and pronounce each word clearly!" I used to talk a mile a minute because I wanted to say a lot, but I didn't want to be boring by taking up a lot of time. I rationalized that cramming twice as many words into the same amount of time would be the best solution. Instead, people mostly just laughed and told me I was the fastest talking person they knew! How weird that some people might actually still remember me that way.

Wow, I'm being rambly tonight. I'm a little tired (sleepy tired and physically-exhausted tired), and a little hyper, too, from being "on" for so many hours in a row. The tired/hyper combo always makes for a rambly Meg. Also, I'm happy. I'm happy I had fun hanging out with the store manager. I'm happy that annoying teenager girl was far less annoying tonight than she's been in the past. I'm happy I realized that no one there is judging me for being less fancily-dressed than they are. They like me. I like them. What do you know? I like my job, after all.