My Wandering Thoughts

this blog was just meant to clear my brain, which has been suffering from a recent migraine attack. But it disappeared earlier today (well yesterday) thanks to my +5 year old medicine that was prescribed to me...probably not the best thing to be taking, but it still works. I should probably make an appointment to get a fresh bottle of this stuff. Oh well. I've been looking around online and seriously considering whether I should try to find me a Monday through Friday 8-5 job. I love my job, but lately its not as great as it should be. Not sure why, nothing is wrong, maybe I'm just tired of the drive...maybe I'm just looking for a change.

I have these phases where I feel like I should be doing something a bit more professional then retail. Then sometimes I feel like I am right where I should be, I'm happy where I am. Don't get me wrong, I really hate retail! But I love the environment, I love the people. Last week was the first time I have ever felt like I wanted to punch a customer in the face. Just for the fact that just because I am working in retail it does not give you the right to talk down to me like I am a little peon. If you are a dirty slob and feel like its not your responsibility to pick up after yourself, do not expect to be treated well. I definitely don't go around littering in front of a groundskeeper, or spitting food all over the place in front of a waiter...or even cutting in line in a grocery store. So next time you feel the need to leave a hug pile of disheveled clothing at the bottom of the dressing room floor, or laying around the store for that matter, expect me to shove your purchases into your bag because I am assuming that is how you want your merchandise to be treated. People have jobs to do...don't make it harder on them! That shit is unnecessary. Yep that's a vent.

I'm not sure what made me think of that situation. I should be thinking about better things in life I guess. Like how I'm going to be spending the next two days. My schedule is open and free. Unfortunately, Michael has to work some crappy shifts. I guess I better crawl in bed, the suns coming up and we were really looking forward to "sleeping in" with each other.