4 posts tagged “work”
I wish that someone of the proper age would come in, so that I can sell it already and not even have to bother about where it goes, but, unfortunately they haven't. I have been spoiled, working holiday weekends, so now the normal slow days feel even slower than usual. ::sigh::
Today I had a cup of coffee and a cup of tea in quick succession and am now feeling all jittery from the caffeine (which is weird, I guess I am not used to it? Because I've had far more without problem). It's a bit better now, but the fact that I'm drinking a Diet Coke can't help. I also have a tuna sandwich for lunch but I'm not hungry, which is weird and inconvenient because my dad went to a lot of trouble to get said sandwich for me, and I really ought to eat it.
Five hours until I see Juno again!
Molto Liebe,
Charlie
to change my profile picture. Though I shall always adore it (oh, the 15-year old Bill is such a cutie!) I am getting quite annoyed by the redness of it. It is a little too jarring for my taste. Stay tuned to see what I come up with as a replacement.
I would also like to change my about me bit. Luckily, I can do that from here at work. I think I shall...and then, perhaps, finally do my homework. Reading about Anne Bradstreet has never been so un-inviting.
Glancing at the clock and groaning,
Charlotte
Kinda freaky picture of me, but whatever. This evening I made spätzle to go with dinner ((pork chops...gross! I wish I was allergic, like Gustav is)), and it turned out pretty danged awesome, if you ask me. I am pretty much a pro spätzle maker. It's insane, really. And it caused me to form a new plan for luring Tokio Hotel to the US: free, tasty spätzle! Ja. Because they so don't even have it in Germany. At all. Ever.
Speaking of Tokio Hotel ((when am I not?)), I had the weirdest dream last night. Let me set the scene. We watched La Jetée, which was this craze trip movie made up almost entirely of still photos and voice over. It was originally in French but our version was in English, except for these insane whispers in German. Anyway, the whole thing was about time travel, but in your mind. As fascinating as it was, I still fell asleep near the end, which probably caused the time-travelling nonsense to leak into my dreams. After the movie was over I crawled upstairs and into bed, and that is when the insanity began...
I don't remember exactly when the dream started, but I know that the K twins were there, along with Hanna's little sister, Julia, and two girls that I go to high school with but haven't spoken to since 8th grade. Random, right? So, apparently, Julia and I had known the K's since way back when (a.k.a. 2003-5 ish) but hadn't seen them in a while, so Julia didn't recognize Tom ((because he looks soo different)) until I pulled him down ((by his dreads, haha)) until he was way shorter. It was fun watching the recognition dawn on her face, because it was very much like "OMG, it's Tom Effing Kaulitz!!!" heh heh heh. Silly girl. I can't recall what happened next, precisely, but I know that we all ate chocolate ice cream from communal bowls, feeding each other with the long-handled spoons that they have in coffee shops. At one point, Tom's dreadlocks got wet for some reason, and completely unravelled, which amazed me, because I had thought that they held together ((duh, obviously they do!)). "I thought you said they could get wet!!" or some such thing was the rather accusatory sentence I threw at young Tom. I daresay his response was less-than loquacious.
The next bit of my dream is a bit fuzzy, but I know that we all ended up in my bathroom, with, and this is the weirdest part, Bill Kaulitz, 2005 Durch Den Monsun era ((random fact, he was wearing a red shirt, like this)), and Bill Kaulitz, 2007 18years old, were lying side by side on their backs in my shower, sobbing. It kind of freaked me out...I wasn't sure what to do! I could just stare with fascination, and all the while my heart was breaking. I can't stand to see them sad. And then one of the ((non-friend)) girls said something about always having a bar of soap with her ((um, wtf?)) and asked Bill ((the older one)) if he wanted her to wash off his make up, and he nodded through his tears. So she was washing his hair and make up so nicely off and that made me cry, watching that. I was angry at myself, angry at her for thinking of it before I did. I was the one that was supposed to be taking care of them. I was the one who was supposed to have thought of that. I tried to help but there was nothing I could do, and I just felt so useless and sad. It was awful! And then I woke up with the largest stomach ache I have had in a while.
One thing that kind of sucked was that I woke up with a cold and sore throat (not just the stomach ache!), which was more annoying than anything else. There was much nose-blowing through out my day! Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me.... Ah, much better. I go to work on time, and got the trash taken out and the best sellers all set up before any peeps came in. A best-seller I'd like to read:
That's not the only book that I want...seriously, working at a bookstore is effing hard. At the top of my list: Forever in Blue (the 4th Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants book), My Secret (one of the PostSecret books), On the Road: The Original Scroll (Kerouac, FTW!), and, of course, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence, the genius Amy Sedaris book. I had even more time than usual to drool over the offerings today, because it was obscenely slow. Yeah, I know that there are a lot of slow days. But this was to your idea of a slow day like mercury is to molasses in December. In short, there ain't no comparison. It was kind of sad, however...
A rad thing about working in a book store (that is not hard at all!) is that you can get as many advance-reader copies of books as you'd like! I ended up with a whole stack of 'em (heck, it was me or recycling, and I have a really hard time letting books go to waste!!), including this gem, A Little Friendly Advice, by Siobhan Vivian. It had such cute, fun-looking girls on the cover!
And, as you may or may not know, I am le sucker for the name Siobhan. That's pronounces "Shove-on", not "sigh-oh-ba-hahn", as she explains in the author bio. The book was so amaze that I read the entire thing (just 248 pages) in a row. I love it! It is probably one of the best books that I have read in a while. The story is really sweet, though sad, and you definitely get a good feel of the characters' emotions and whatnot. Siobhan (ahahaha) also does a darned good job of describing the characters (their looks, clothes etc) enough that you get a perfect picture of them without feeling like you're getting bogged down in details. I highly recommend this book, and I daresay you should pick up a copy when it is released in March of 2008 (I'll try to remind you!).
Other than my exciting reading, work was pretty borester, and I'll be glad when Aubrey's back next week to keep my company! Natalie did stop in for a bit on her way to the gym (toting her Midwest Living magazine under her arm!), and that was nice.
After it was all over I was sitting on the curb waiting for my dad to pick me up, with a large stack of books (um, nerrrrd) when a fellow that I know passed by on his way home from work. I said hello and he responded, and I tried to pretend that I hadn't been speculating on a prospective relationship between him and one of my best friends the night before. I guess I looked innocent enough because he didn't question me besides to ask if I had dyed my hair. "No," I responded, "It just magically changed colour all by itself." (Sarcastic, much?) He said that he wasn't sure if it had been pink or red before, and I told him that it had been pink, but while I spoke all I could think was 'Seventeen years of friendship and this is how much you notice me?' I guess I shouldn't really care...it doesn't matter. I already knew that I pay more attention to others than they do me, but it still hurts to have it thrown in my face. I picked up a book before he drove past and pretended to be reading to make myself look less lonely. A little pathetic are we today, Charlotte? ::sigh:: Colds get me down.
Not much else has happened to-day, other than that! I reckon you know it all. Oh, crap. It's already 9:30 and I have an essay to write and some Romeo & Juliet to read.
Last red hair photo of the night:
Blowing her nose for the 8 trillionth time,
Charlotte
Today was so my 1st day of work at meine new job! It was so awesome it was insane. I love bookstores! I was a tad nervous, but the fact that I'm working with Aubrey helps so unbelievably much.
Last night I must have been worrying about it, though, because I had a dream that I was late, and I had to run to work along all these trails in the meadows and through the forest. I had my friend who I worked with with me, but instead of Aubrey, it was a strange meld of my friend Alex and Paris Hilton. I don't know, either. Along the way we encountered another friend of mine (also named Alex...wtf?? though male) and then were driving in a van and then a train...I don't remember it clearly but it was very odd.
Luckily the actual trip to work was somewhat less fraught with terror, I got to work on time, and all that jazz. I shan't take you through every minute of my entire day, but I will outline the things I learned:
*How to ring up purchases (including credit cards)
*How to do returns
*Where everything is
*How to make a cup of coffee (they have this craze machine that makes individual cups from little packets!)
*How to greet customers
*How to answer the phone
*Where the garbage goes
*How to feed the fish [frozen brine shrimp chunks!]
*That working in a bookshop effing blows because there are so many things I want to buy, like this book:
*I also learned that I get a 20% employee discount. Um, can I get a w00t up in hizzle?
Anyway, I had a major blast and cannot wait until next Sunday! At which point I will have cease-and-desisted being the pink haired girl and will be a Ravishing Redhead (shutup...)! Rawk.
Wow, I am so stoked to not have school tomorrow! I'm totally going to sleep in, and give my mom specific instructions not to wake me before a reasonable hour. Though she probably will, anyway. I hate it when I can't sleep in on weekends! I mean, I always need to catch up so hardcore and when she won't let me...grrrrrrr. And I have already been fighting (ish.."discussing", as Billster might say) with the 'rents more than usual. I dunno...I just wish that they would let me flippin' do things my way...Heck, I'm doing school my way and look how awesomely that's turning out! ::sigh:: Maybe I can only have one part of my life be reasonably OK at once. Because, though school's rocking off the hook, my relationship with my 'rents seems to be deteriorating at an absurdly rapid pace, and I have also been kind of freaking myself out with how much I've been eating lately. Not that I really worry about such things, but I have been constantly stuffing myself, even when I'm not hungry, and now I feel all bloated and sick all the time.
Speaking of school...I hope that I can keep my schedule the way it is, because I love all my classes, but the problem is I'm only allowed to take 3 classes at the regular high school, and right now I have four (Civics, Spanish 3, Physics, Trig), and only three (CLS, AP English, PE/Creative Writing) at my high school. I don't know how it's gonna work, but I can't drop any of my high school classes, and I won't switch from Charter. Because if I did, I would have to drop CLS, drop everything (well, not my other classes) from Charter, and that's the whole bloody reason I went there in the first place. Dammit. My life would be so much easier if there weren't multiple high schools with cross-registration rules. Why is it that the only time my life is perfect is when it's in limbo?
In other news, I love Michael Cera.
Charlotte
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