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I had a dream I was riding on a llama naked in the rain. It kind of switched between a  llama and a convertible, but it was mostly a llama. And by raining I mean it was REALLY coming down. It was SO much fun.

I work until 7:30p today, then I’m gonna go eat dinner at Aunt Tammie’s. Word.

First, let me say that I love my job. I really really do. I’m even still adjusting and I feel like I’m going to be there a while. My boss is a sweetheart and most of my customers are awesome. They’re informative and nice and not condescending at all like retail customers tend to be. I like to help them and they like to help me. It;s a happy relationship.
Now…

I worked a 10 hour shift today, so of course I was irritated every once in a while. People kept coming in and asking for a miracle. They wanted to lose weight without working out. Eat a healthy breakfast out of one scoop of powder. Completely detox their body without taking any pills or drinking anything gross and also without changing their diet or lifestyle. I think all the crackpots picked today to come in. Not a good day, either. I’m broke, crabby, and tired. Sharon left me some samples of Muscle Sandwiches (delicious deliciousness) to try out  so I had lunch today. It’s like she read my mind! Or my wallet…

Also, I sometimes think people come in just to give me a pop quiz. A coworker has confirmed this suspicion. She says it happens all the time.

I thought this post would be less vague, but I just don’t feel up to it. Tomorrow I work another 10 hour shift. it will be nice when someone else is hired. I’ll have a few less hours, but 10 hour shifts will be less common. I do get a three day weekend every other weekend, so that’s pretty neat.

Bedtime.

  I’m trying to force myself to be ready and looking forward to  the long ass day that is ahead of me. I’m having some oatmeal (a new habit I’m trying to form) and coffee to prepare me. 10 hour shifts standing up kind of suck. It’s the only way I can have a long weekend and still make 35 hours, though.

I started reading “The Tale Of The Body Thief” last night and I just really wasn’t getting into it. Have I outgrown Anne Rice?! I certainly wish I had read all of them before I outgrew it, if so.

It doesn’t seem very likely that I’ll find a puppy in need of adoption at a shelter, so I’m probably going to be going through a breeder. I have decided I will wait until I get my junk straight. Like car insurance and getting paid regularly. That should only take me 3-4 weeks, so it’s not so bad. If I have to scrape up the $300 it’s going to cost for her, then I’ll wait longer. Got to squash out my impulsiveness when it comes to living things.

I have no idea what was going on. My apostrophe key would open up “Quick Find”. You know, that bar at the bottom that’s usually awesome? Not so awesome when I’m just trying to type “don’t”. Firefox has actually been doing a lot of crazy junk lately. I’ll be typing a sentence, and it will put the last half in front of the first half. It’s strange. I just assume it’s because I have more people on my computer now and they’re just clicking on junk. When I have a laptop, no one is touching it. For real.

I’m trying to study some of the vitamins and minerals and everything at GNC while I’m off. I don’t think I’ve ever been put in a situation where I felt so absolutely dumb to everything. People come in the door and I ask “Can I help you” and the entire time, I know I probably can’t. I’m getting better. I can help you with losing weight and with a cold. I, however, know nothing about the working out muscle building stuff. I’m learning. I wish there was always someone in there with me who knows when I don’t. I feel so bad when I actually can’t help someone.

Something slightly related to GNC: I started taking St. John’s Wort again, except I’m taking 2 capsules 2-3 times a day like I’m supposed to. I thought it would take longer but it’s been about a week and a half and I’m feeling better than any pharmaceutical antidepressant has ever made me feel. I feel like it’s helping with social anxiety. Neither Lexapro nor Prozac helped with that. They really only made me feel worse because I thought they SHOULD be helping and they weren’t. So St. John’s Wort is a win.

I’M GETTING A PUPPY!! I haven’t found her yet, but we’re going to get a Bassett Hound puppy. I was going to wait until I found a young Bassett from a shelter, but we have decided to get a puppy instead. I know, I know. The absolute right thing to do is rescue an adult. I’ve done this twice and it has not worked for me yet. I ,for once, want to have a baby that I can train and not have to squash out old habits. Which is hard. Really hard. My situation (2 cats, multiple people to interact with, and a 5 year old) doen’t allow for a lot of the issues that shelter dogs come with. I’d LOVE if I could rescue an adult, but I can’t. Especially with a hound. Anyway. I’M GETTING A PUPPY!! I feel like I’m about to have a baby. I can’t wait to rub her ears and her giant feet. I can’t wait to kiss her head. Oh and clean her poop. Can’t forget that.

Image Explanation: I’ve been researching Noni so I can know what to tell people when they come in. I haven’t found a whole lot, yet. What I have found is that Noni smells so bad it is referred to as “Cheese Fruit”, “Starvation Fruit”, and even “Vomit Fruit”. That is so freaking gross. I have to wonder now if the stuff we sell smells like that. I’ll have to ask Sharon when I see her. —- p.s. why is it SO difficult to add caption in Wordpress?

New art on my DA. They’re all photography.