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07-23-01 ~ 11:10 a.m.
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Okay . . . today I'm lazy . . . I don't think I'm gonna do a real entry just 'cause . . . well . . . I'm lazy . . . and I've been spending all my spare time over there . . . *points to the "Our Own Needful Things" link* . . . if you go there . . . beware . . . it's addictive . . . What I was gonna do is just cut and paste two recent posts that I did over there 'cause they talked about stuff I would have put in here anyway . . . so here they are . . .
Friday, July 20~ *shows off her new merit badge she got at work* . . . I got my third one of these today . . . two more and I get $100 . . . I got the one today 'cause I was on my last break, sitting just outside the entrance door . . . I was sitting there 'cause there was a nice chair and a table facing the wall and I wanted to work on one of my stories . . . so I was there . . . writing a little bit . . . and this guy comes out and says something to me. So, being my friendly self, I turn to say something back and all . . . and this guy has with him a flat bed cart with a tile saw and the stand that went with it. The reason that was odd was 'cause I had returned that saw on Monday, the department hadn't put it away and it was back at returns this morning, and I had just talked to the department guy, Marcus, about it (yes, Marcus was originally on "the List"). So I asked the guy nicely if he had just bought the tile saw (the two items were on the cart exactly like I had put them on there on Monday and they are a little over $1000 together) . . . The guy never did give me a straight answer . . . he started commenting on the motorcycle that belongs to one of the guys who works at the Special Services Desk . . . So anyway . . . he talks to me a bit more (by this time I had put aside my writing completely and turned to face him). He tells me that he's waiting on his wife 'cause he didn't drive a big enough car . . . and he acted like he saw her, and started pushing the cart away . . . at that point, I went inside and Marcus was right there along with the returns cashier . . . I asked if anyone had sold the tile saw and no one had so Marcus and I went out to the parking lot. The guy was no where to be seen (which I found funny 'cause he seemed to have a little trouble walking when he was talking with me) . . . we walked further out toward the street and there was the tile saw and stand . . . on the cart, between two cars . . . sitting all on it's lonesome . . . . absolutely noone was around . . . Now . . . if you had just paid a little over $1000 for something . . . would you just leave it sitting in the middle of a public parking lot with no one around? . . . I most definitely wouldn't . . . I never once asked to see the guys reciept . . . or insisted on getting a straight answer on whether or not he just bought it . . . I was just nice and talked to the guy . . . I scared him apparently though . . . Marcus thinks that he didn't think that I worked at the store . . . since I was on my break and didn't have my apron on or anything . . . I was just sitting out there . . . Some people just have no brains . . .
Sunday Night, July 22 I think this has been the first time ever that I was a little bit uncomfy being alone in this house . . . I was up in my room changing into a comfy skirt and such . . .and I heard some footsteps in the grass/leaves and such in the backyard . . . . so I turned down my stereo to listen more . . .and sure enough . . . there was something out there . . . probably just a cat or dog or something . . . there it is again now . . . but anyway . . . I was about to go downstairs and cook more of those annoying ramen things and watch a movie . . . . but I was nervous to turn on the kitchen light . . . I mean . . . what if there really was someone out there . . . if the light was on, they could see me, but I wouldn't be able to see them . . . *nods* . . . it's a dog . . . he's running around and growled once or twice . . . I wonder if Dana is keeping his kids dog again . . . Cujo . . . damn thing wouldn't let me back in the house last time it was here . . . I took out the trash and he came in the house and stood guard . . . every time I tried to come in the house he'd bark and growl at me . . . . damn dog . . . But anyway . . . I was completely nervous about turning on the kitchen light . . . so instead, I went around in the dark and peered out the window . . . didn't see anything . . . and after a few moments, I turned on the light . . . but I was still nervous about it . . . I hate that . . .
Woooo . . . interesting . . . Oui? . . . don't ask me . . . I just take up space . . . and I'm just tired . . . and oozing (yes . . . oozing . . . ) And just uncomfortable in general . . . that's what really sucks . . . the uncomfortable part . . . But I'm glad I got today off from work . . . I switched with Jay . . . I was supposed to open today, and he was closing tomorrow . . . but he had to go somewhere all day tomorrow . . . so I switched with him . . . (talk about repeating oneself . . . sheesh) But yeah . . . that's about it. Oh! . . . almost forgot to mention . . . 6 more days 0 comments so far   
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