Shiny Rocks and Knives

Recent evidence suggests that it takes approximately 5 retail shifts to make Elizabeth hate all of humanity once again. The first two retail shifts are all about learning how the store/establishment works, the second two are actually fun, and then by the fifth shift I'll have had enough rotten customers or immature co-workers to make me actively bitter about the world.

No one should have to buy or sell things in stores. We should all just barter with knives and shiny rocks by telephone, which is what my friend Dust has been up to lately. He got a job at a shopping channel taking orders by phone. He works on the nights they sell gemstones and knives. He places orders for shiny rocks to attract mates with and sharp pointy bits to defend said mates with. In many ways he has found an ideal job.

When I read over the last entry, I just sort of cringe. It's so confused and disjointed. But then, I guess I've been pretty confused and disjointed myself lately. I'm trying to do too much again. I've told myself again and again that two part time jobs and graduate school is almost impossible, but the old habit of having more than one job is hard to let go of. I'm always afraid something will happen to one of my jobs and then I'll have no income at all and then what will happen? Lord, I can be neurotic.

Speaking of things that make me crazy, I'm on the 90-day countdown to graduation, and I have no idea what I'll be doing in January. None! Ha HA!!! The girl who plans everything has no plans at all! I know I'll be all right - I'm just too darn marketable not to be all right - but the lack of a defined plan is like a little pebble in my sock that won't go away. The annoyance follows me everywhere.

I'm now all about getting the check from this retail job, getting the clothes I so desperately need, and dashing away from retail once again as quickly as possible. While I'm standing up during my ten-hour shifts I can almost hear my heart beating "You work for the medical library. You're really an archivist. You work for the medical library…"