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Aug. 26th, 2001 10:41 pmIt 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.
