I Seriously Hate Packing.

My south carolina vacation starts in 48 hours.

Of course, because I love to procrastinate, I have saved the whole packing, cleaning, washing clothes thing, to the very last minute and now I fell overwhelmed with the mess in my room and the amount of things I have to do before then.

This weekend was horrible. A bunch of people scheduled vacations for the upcoming week (me included) which left the store short staffed despite the new hires. Speaking of new hires they suck. They are young, and high five one another and I caught three of them playing a game where one person makes an O formation with their pointer and thumb finger while trying to get the other person to look in the general direction of said formation.

I feel like I know this game, but from way back when and I cannot fathom why it's amusing now.

They are also are fucking up left from right, which isn't unusual seeing that they are new but when it messes with my work flow I'm not so sympathetic to that 'newbie' thing. On Friday I was put on a register for 10 minutes to relieve someone for a bathroom break. Three other people were on the register for the rest of the day and I never made a return to the cash register. That night the register I was on came up 100 dollars short and despite ringing up 7 people in that 10 minutes I, along with the two other people on that drawer for the day, were written up for cash variance. It's nothing terribly serious. They do it every time a cash drawer is over or under, but it's a pain in the ass because you can't point your finger at the new person even though you want to.

We also have a new Technical Support Lead in the store who everyone said was a Tool. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt because he looked sort of nervous and stiff when I met him. I engaged him in a meet and greet conversation and we kind of hit it off (after he called me sarcastic though). He told me he saved dogs and cats from the street and that despite being a jock he likes to read and write sometimes.

It was a very cute moment. I got a weird feeling in my belly, I imagine that's what the formation of a crush feels like: a million little molecules forming a ball in the pit of your stomach until you feel weighed down by affections.

For a moment, a moment I repeat, I thought he was going to be your cliche jock with a heart of gold character that I could hopelessly fawn over at work. That I could talk too about puppies and kittens and saving them from homelessness. Just me and him. He wouldn't admit this sort of non jocky things to the other people, it's too sensitive of a subject for him to share with just anyone. But moments later, he waves me over to his counter and asks me, because we've formed some sort of bond, if he can give hot customers his phone number while he is at work.

Seriously.

The ball in the pit of my stomach where I imagined us together wearing cargo pants while saving cute animals from the street burst and instead was replaced by undeniable rage at his betrayal. I hope my face didn't drop but I calmly told him that it would be unprofessional and could get him in trouble if the managers found out. "damn" he said "but she was really hot. I mean she didn't say it but I knew she wanted my number". So much for saving the animals together.

An hour later Evan came up to me and was like "New Guy.... is a Tool. Seriously. A Tooly McToolBag", so that will be his name on this blog for now on.

So needless to say I am happy for my vacation time. But I also am very nervous about leaving. I do have this weird fear of leaving things behind, only to return to something completely different. It was nice to assuage these fears with The Artist, who I spent 15 minutes saying goodbye to yesterday. He once said "with a name like yours i'd be a writer' and i've been attached to him, in a platonic way, ever since.

We rarely see each other at work, because he works in the music department, but when we do it's awesome. I admitted to him during my goodbyes that I love being home but fear letting go of what I have here for two weeks. Even though what I have here sucks and sometimes doesn't work out the way I want to. He agreed but said he'd be there when I returned, for a little while anyway, he promised.

I am both going to miss this place for a week and kiss the (hot) ground when I arrive in south carolina. I don't have anything terribly fun planned (the whole: no south carolina friends thing is really sort of a bummer) so I apologize now for posts about tv shows and books I have read.

Now back to cleaning, before a closing shift at the dreaded bookstore.