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awake, and doing okay.
Had my big first shift at Office Max ('last night' is rapidly becoming a deeply confusing concept, and days/dates are not far behind...), ending a few hours ago, and. Well, the money is good (by my admittedly dismal standards) but the job's actually not so bad...
Before I went to work, I carefully and conscientiously and in front of a reliable witness programmed my VCR to tape Queer Eye (Kyan! in a speedo!) and the Daily Show, and then turned it off. What I did not do, I discovered when I got home all eager to watch taped tv, was insert a tape. Have to figure out the rerun schedules...
Once at work, after extensive orientational chat from our logistics manager, Joel, (who stutters, but in a cute way) I was paired off with coworker CJ, who reminds me of #4 Brother, in body type and propensity to play his GBA at every possible opportunity. He was also wearing an Un-American t-shirt ("keep music evil"), which was cool. When I pulled out a pad of paper at our first break, he asked me if I drew. I said, no, I write, and when he asked me what I wrote I gambled on his apparent internet savvy and said 'fanfic'. He said, what kind, so I gave a thumbnail sketch of Due South, which lead to him asking, 'Are you Canadian?' I said no, but showed him the badge on my bag.
Joel wanted to know why eyebrows keep growing. I piped up that hair follicles have a natural stopping length (don't they? Isn't that true?) and that the natural stopping length for eyebrows is just that short. He said, 'What, did you take a class on this?' and I said, 'Yeah.' Because, y'know, if you're going to be Smartass Girl, you might as well start early and not back down.
The music was weird; it was like somebody's compilation of live versions of various songs by various artists - "Losing My Religion," by REM, "Round Here," by the Counting Crows, "Why," by Annie Lennox, each one sounding subtly off so I couldn't be sure whether it was me going crazy or just a different recording of the song. When "Why" came on, CJ said, "What kind of music are we listening to?" and I said, "Annie Lennox." Smartass girl! w00t!
Asked CJ what he likes to listen to, and he rattled off names rather than summarize: 311, Linkin Park, Godsmack, Norah Jones, the Dixie Chicks. He didn't understand the political implications of liking the Dixie Chicks, so I explained it to him.
Also wound up explaining, to coworker CJ, and to manager Joel, on my first day on the job why finding an empty package on the shelf is called 'known theft'. CJ was convinced that if that was known theft, there couldn't be any unknown theft, and didn't seem to want to understand that's the point of it being unknown. But it was late, so maybe I wasn't being as clear as I thought I was.
The fluorescent lights were very bright. Every hour or so, they would dim and then come back up, but overall it was that bright-white eye-dazzling fluorescent glare.
At one point, coming out of aisle 7 having set down a box of something or other to be returned to top stock, I saw CJ standing at a bright yellow shopping cart, doing something with the pricing gun, and had a moment of powerful deja vu. I was convinced that I'd dreamt about this: not CJ, but being in a huge warehouse store at night, with a group of people, doing something. It might just have been that I'd done the same thing more than once already by then, though, or that it was going on three in the morning.
And that's about all the coherence I have to spend, right now, as I've gotta get to the typewriter to do the job app I didn't do yesterday because I was too tired. Hope I'm not tired forever, and looking very, very much forward to the weekend.
Before I went to work, I carefully and conscientiously and in front of a reliable witness programmed my VCR to tape Queer Eye (Kyan! in a speedo!) and the Daily Show, and then turned it off. What I did not do, I discovered when I got home all eager to watch taped tv, was insert a tape. Have to figure out the rerun schedules...
Once at work, after extensive orientational chat from our logistics manager, Joel, (who stutters, but in a cute way) I was paired off with coworker CJ, who reminds me of #4 Brother, in body type and propensity to play his GBA at every possible opportunity. He was also wearing an Un-American t-shirt ("keep music evil"), which was cool. When I pulled out a pad of paper at our first break, he asked me if I drew. I said, no, I write, and when he asked me what I wrote I gambled on his apparent internet savvy and said 'fanfic'. He said, what kind, so I gave a thumbnail sketch of Due South, which lead to him asking, 'Are you Canadian?' I said no, but showed him the badge on my bag.
Joel wanted to know why eyebrows keep growing. I piped up that hair follicles have a natural stopping length (don't they? Isn't that true?) and that the natural stopping length for eyebrows is just that short. He said, 'What, did you take a class on this?' and I said, 'Yeah.' Because, y'know, if you're going to be Smartass Girl, you might as well start early and not back down.
The music was weird; it was like somebody's compilation of live versions of various songs by various artists - "Losing My Religion," by REM, "Round Here," by the Counting Crows, "Why," by Annie Lennox, each one sounding subtly off so I couldn't be sure whether it was me going crazy or just a different recording of the song. When "Why" came on, CJ said, "What kind of music are we listening to?" and I said, "Annie Lennox." Smartass girl! w00t!
Asked CJ what he likes to listen to, and he rattled off names rather than summarize: 311, Linkin Park, Godsmack, Norah Jones, the Dixie Chicks. He didn't understand the political implications of liking the Dixie Chicks, so I explained it to him.
Also wound up explaining, to coworker CJ, and to manager Joel, on my first day on the job why finding an empty package on the shelf is called 'known theft'. CJ was convinced that if that was known theft, there couldn't be any unknown theft, and didn't seem to want to understand that's the point of it being unknown. But it was late, so maybe I wasn't being as clear as I thought I was.
The fluorescent lights were very bright. Every hour or so, they would dim and then come back up, but overall it was that bright-white eye-dazzling fluorescent glare.
At one point, coming out of aisle 7 having set down a box of something or other to be returned to top stock, I saw CJ standing at a bright yellow shopping cart, doing something with the pricing gun, and had a moment of powerful deja vu. I was convinced that I'd dreamt about this: not CJ, but being in a huge warehouse store at night, with a group of people, doing something. It might just have been that I'd done the same thing more than once already by then, though, or that it was going on three in the morning.
And that's about all the coherence I have to spend, right now, as I've gotta get to the typewriter to do the job app I didn't do yesterday because I was too tired. Hope I'm not tired forever, and looking very, very much forward to the weekend.