2003-05-02 - 12:42 am
I'm too impatient tonight to make anything. I knit until my hands started to hurt and then I made a purse from new fabric I bought today but for whatever reason I skipped measuring and pinning anything together. While it had potential to be a really cute purse, it just turned into this half-ass crap that I refuse to let anyone use but myself. I have too much pride in myself to sell something that I regard as shitty.
It's been a very long week and my legs are finally able to rest. I forgot how hard eight hour shifts can be standing all day long under flourescent lights. I'm considering purchasing a new pair of Clarks or something but the shoes I have will have to do. I don't have money to spare on things that I don't really need.
Aside from my aching feet, work is going great. I'm finally at a point where I feel comfortable enough in the store to confidently approach customers and ask if they need any help. And I adore my manager—she's mature enough to run the show but young enough that she still appreciates a little goofing off 10 minutes to close. I'm going to be disappointed when my hours get cut starting next week because I won't be getting that much money in, but we'll see what happens. Maybe I can somehow swing another part-time job at.. uh.. The Cup or something. Andy and I could be Cup Twins.
I just need to make as much money as I can. Especially after today's surprisingly undramatic events:
After I finished my shift at 5pm, I was hungry and extremely tired. I was backing out of my parking spot a little too quickly and smacked right into the back of a Dodge Ram 4x4. I think I smacked into a trailer hitch because the dent left in the back bumper of my car is a square. I inspected the other car for damage (there wasn't anything that I could see because those things are built like fucking tanks) and called Dad to ask what I should do next. He told me to come on home and I was kicking myself the entire way.
I'm usually such a careful driver, especially after getting a few speeding tickets since I first moved here, so the fact that I rammed into a fucking parked car just makes me feel so stupid. It was entirely my fault and I was prepared to shell out as many paychecks as I could (along with Mailorder Madness money) to repair the damage but Dad told me to forget about it. "This happens to everyone, it's even happened to me. Don't worry about it. They wouldn't call it a bumper if it didn't get bumped a few times," he said. Phew. I have a father that rules.
It kind of reminds me of that time that I accidently let a popsicle melt on top of the computer monitor, frying the entire thing with a mess of neon pink strawberry goo. I thought Dad would be furious but he laughed so loud and hugged me. I'm always fumbling something up and it's great that my parents never yell. They're stern, yes, but they remind me that it's not the end of the world if I dent up the car or fry the monitor or even get caught shoplifting (but that's a story for another day).
I still feel a little dumb but whatever. It's not the end of the world.
Tomorrow I'm meeting Wednesday at school to scope out the Show and Sale. I'm hoping to pick up a nice mug to put in a package to send to Mom for Mother's Day, plus a little something for myself. It'll be nice to be at school again, even if it will be completely crowded with people. If you're not busy, you should stop by—doors are at 11am and they close in the evening sometime. There's lots of fair priced student artwork and not all of it sucks either. Haha.
In the meantime I am going to pull on my pajamas and read my book. Finally, it's getting a little interesting and I'm excited to get back into it. Reading rules.
