I think the last time I updated here was sometime in Februrary. Not much has been going on since then. My family is still annoyingly crazy (though I haven't kept in much contact with them), I still work a job I hate-- where my boss gives me backhanded compliments and not so subtle insults-- and I still hang out with my boyfriend/friends from time to time. The only new things are that a friend of mine moved back to town, bringing his uber sweet girlfriend with him. Oh, and today mom and I went to the local Japanese supermarket and bought over $100 of stuff between the two of us (me more so because I prefer Japanese food to Italian-- what she likes).

Having just come out of the hols, I suppose that there's no excuse for me to not update. I could easily lie and say work keeps me busy, but since the rush has died out I have been working limited hours-- filling in the schedule whenever there are a few extra hours and another set of hands are needed. Not that I mind, mind you. But what I mean to say is that I no longer have reason to abandon this blog.

Where should I begin? Last we met I believe I was talking about my then new job. Without giving too many details away, I worked in a higher-end children's clothing store as a cashier/sales associate/general anything-to-be-done person (ie: co-worker's bitch). Around the week before christmas, things really began to pick up and through some strange circumstances my mom contracted a really bad almost-flu-cold-- which is odd, since she rarely leaves the house these days and I am the one with the supposed comprimised immure system.

Anyway, I worked and took care of my mom-- going food shopping, cooking, cleaning-- and right on christmas eve I developed a sore throat. Christmas day, I developed a heavy cough. The day after that, a fever and spots on my tonsils for which I had to call out.

By the following Wensday I was feeling better, but after returning to work and trying to fall into my usual routine of 'put that over here and bring this over there' I had to leave early due to another low grade fever and a runny nose. The next couple of days I was stuck in bed with my mother's not-flu-cold and hoping I would be able to drag my ass into work for the under staffed new years day shift (8hrs of pure misery) to some how do my job without a voice. I greeted the new year with a heavy roll over and a middle finger up and directed towards the world. Happy twenty eleven, my ass.

The next morning I was scheduled to be at work. Somehow I managed to do that and extra hours. Luckly for me I had an understanding manager that day who let me work exclusively in the back carrying boxes and doing inventory (which probably wasn't a good idea) as to save me some grief.

So all in all I managed to continually get sick and end 2010 on a generally low note. Therefore it can only go up from here, right? RIGHT??!

Time's been flying ever since I got that second job. Now, it's like I'm working full time, as I am usually working a full 5 days a week. Mondays and Fridays are at the usual place while all other days are at the new one. I usually have Sundays off ((which is good)) and tend to be the girl assigned to help during the morning shift.

Work starts around the same time as my other job ((10am or so)) with my train departing my station around 8:50 or so. That means, in order to get myself put together and looking halfway decent ((ie: not a member of the living dead)) I need to get up around 7:15. While it's not so bad compared to the part-time job ((the one where I cooked for people, at the beginning of this summer)) I would be a bit happier if I could sleep a little later.

As for the workload, all I can say is that it is demanding in mental and emotional sort of way. Being retail, it's comprised of long sifts of standing around all day trying to sell things. When not doing that, it would be moving large, heavy objects from one place to another... but that isn't what is so tiring.

It's dealing with the clients.... clients who have no idea of what they want, who expect you to grovel at their supposed superiority, and have the IQ of a plastic spoon dipped in yogurt. One would think me experienced in working holiday retail ((this is my 4th year working it after all)) but at times these people amaze even me.

How can you not know what your child's weight or height are? How the hell can you forget your grand-daughter's age? Why in god's green earth would you ever think a ---insert largest size here made for preteens--- would fit a 2yr old?! Are you MAD? And don't get me started on the returns... Just surfice it to say that an open 'return anything at anytime' policy is a BAD IDEA. Period.

Well, all I can say ((keep reminding myself, really)) is that I am lucky to have a job in these times. I get payed well enough and can use all the extra hours I can get since this is only a temporary gig, but sometimes I just have to wonder what the hell is wrong with me that I keep returning to these battlefields year after year. And when I say battlefields, I mean the joys of BLACK FRIDAY, the week BEFORE XMAS, the few days AFTER XMAS, and the HUNGOVER MORNING of JANUARY FIRST.

((I'll post when I can to prove that I haven't died...))

I received a phone call from my boss late Thursday night, while shopping at a local CVS, telling me that I may or not be out of work for the foreseeable future due to an injury on his part. I won't go into depth about it but the point is that so long as he is in the pain that he is in right now, the office shall be closed.

That also meant that I would have Friday (yesterday) off.

So, what did I do with my unexpected day of freedom? Clean my room. That's right, I cleaned, reorganized, and rearranged my small half of our studio apartment, throwing out everything I don't absolutely need and going as far as to get rid of the small desk next to my window as it has gone from being a desk to simply being a place to pile stuff. So, now that I no longer have places to throw stuff, I'm hoping that I will have less inclinations to do just that. I also spent time rearranging and organizing my books (all bazillion of them) literally using anything and everything as makeshift book shelves.

I started my little project around noon (having gotten up around 11am) and finished around 8:30pm. For the rest of the night (before I got too tired and went to bed-- at an early 1:20am) I played Left 4 Dead 2 on my PC.

Where does that leave me now, at 9:30pm this fine Saturday night? Tired and aching, trying to get my things together for temple service tomorrow (as I will probably be chosen to do MC, as I am the most fluient English speaker from my linage) and debating weather to play some more Fiesta Online or my old PC copy of Final Fantasy VIII. Decisions, decisions...

Just a few more days until my birthday. Somehow I feel like I should be more excited, but I just can't gather the energy to really care that I will soon be 24yrs old. Hell, for the past several weeks, I kept forgetting about it, only remembering when numerous people asked me what I wanted as gifts. I couldn't answer them.