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Aug. 26th, 2001 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireIt started raining during my shift at the register. For a while I had watched the clouds darken and then suddenly, the deluge. It was wonderful, cool rain.
A guy who looked a bit like Tripp Fontaine fromt he film The Virgin Suicides talked with me about annoying customers and rain for a little while. I almost thought he was flirting, until I saw his impossibly slender red haired girl friend. Oh well. At least he was nice. One customer, a blonde, yuppy yuppy type of woman, today asked me if I had three books, Animal Farm, 1984 and something else. When I directed her to the Fiction/Literature section she got huffy and pronounced, "I already tried to look there and it was too difficult. I'll just go somewhere else." Right, it's so hard to look in nicely alphabetized shelves for a book. Yep. To the devil with you!
The shift was pretty quiet. It cleared out considerably when the rain started, and I had time to fill the chapter books and straighten the cooking/gardening and photography/architecture sections. While wandering, I discovered a leak over the comic books! I helped Kelly move the ones affected and put a bucket and some plastic up to protect everything. Of all my coworkers, I like him best. He helps me out a lot, especially at the register and we chat about evil presidents and anime movies.
The Dobie is playing Akira in October!
Went to the grocery store after work. Driving in the rain on Mopac, with lightning so brilliant it caused the street lights to go out. Slick roads, the wavery headlights behind me.
Felt like some kind of single cliche, buying frozen meals, cereal, bagels and tangerines. Sadly remembered a time when I didn't go to the store alone.
I think I hit a small possum on the road coming home. I'm not sure it was alive, or even an animal, but I felt it. The softness under the wheels, and I'm feeling so guilty and sad about it.
Playing with fantasies in my head, of different moments lived and done. Anything to help keep me sane. Sometimes I regret too much, what I have and haven't done.
A guy who looked a bit like Tripp Fontaine fromt he film The Virgin Suicides talked with me about annoying customers and rain for a little while. I almost thought he was flirting, until I saw his impossibly slender red haired girl friend. Oh well. At least he was nice. One customer, a blonde, yuppy yuppy type of woman, today asked me if I had three books, Animal Farm, 1984 and something else. When I directed her to the Fiction/Literature section she got huffy and pronounced, "I already tried to look there and it was too difficult. I'll just go somewhere else." Right, it's so hard to look in nicely alphabetized shelves for a book. Yep. To the devil with you!
The shift was pretty quiet. It cleared out considerably when the rain started, and I had time to fill the chapter books and straighten the cooking/gardening and photography/architecture sections. While wandering, I discovered a leak over the comic books! I helped Kelly move the ones affected and put a bucket and some plastic up to protect everything. Of all my coworkers, I like him best. He helps me out a lot, especially at the register and we chat about evil presidents and anime movies.
The Dobie is playing Akira in October!
Went to the grocery store after work. Driving in the rain on Mopac, with lightning so brilliant it caused the street lights to go out. Slick roads, the wavery headlights behind me.
Felt like some kind of single cliche, buying frozen meals, cereal, bagels and tangerines. Sadly remembered a time when I didn't go to the store alone.
I think I hit a small possum on the road coming home. I'm not sure it was alive, or even an animal, but I felt it. The softness under the wheels, and I'm feeling so guilty and sad about it.
Playing with fantasies in my head, of different moments lived and done. Anything to help keep me sane. Sometimes I regret too much, what I have and haven't done.
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Date: 2001-08-26 09:08 pm (UTC)The rain was awesome.
They are going to give me the computer books section, yay!
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Date: 2001-08-26 09:11 pm (UTC)Yay, computer books for you. I don't envy you that one bit. Hee. I'm quite happy with chapter books and all those heavy sections I have. I think I'll have muscles from lifting all those pretty coffee table books.
What's in a name
Date: 2001-08-27 03:58 am (UTC)Re: What's in a name
Date: 2001-08-27 08:17 am (UTC)But are the all the same guy?... (creepy music here)....
Hehehehe. ;)
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Date: 2001-08-27 05:47 am (UTC)i think your grocery list seems fine dear. regret is evil, only use it as a tool to help you do precisely the things you want in the present, not as something that has you beating your self up about the past or for goodness sake- the future! now *that* was a cliche *hugs*
much hugging
Date: 2001-08-27 08:15 am (UTC)I wish I could buy more fresh things and cook them, but with school and work I shan't ever be home. Blah.
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Date: 2001-08-29 09:00 pm (UTC)> Playing with fantasies in my head, of different
> moments lived and done. Anything to help keep
> me sane. Sometimes I regret too much, what I
> have and haven't done.
I've had those same regrets. Though, of course, not in the same ways. ANd I always wonder which I regret more--what I've done or what I haven't. MY friend/sister Lucy suggested that the regrets for deeds done are things you can never take back... while regrets for things undone...
But even those can't be taken back or recreated. We are the sum of our longings. and the totality of our regrets.
I sympathize.
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Date: 2001-08-30 12:04 am (UTC)