back in the game

Back in the day when I began stixing, I was working at Hastings. It's a store that sells books, movies, games, music, coffee, t-shirts, a random crap while it also rents out movies and video games. I spent a great deal of time at the register, which was fun. There was a point when I was moved to the book department, right after they stopped giving people raises to be in the department. Of course. Anyhow, that was during the remodel of the store so we were always there closing and cleaning 'til 2 or 3 just in case Corporate decided to come waltzing in the next day. After I let them know that staying so late and being harped on to clean a department I wasn't really trained well in *while it's still being remodeled* pretty much made me want to quit. So I went back to the register. And that was fun. I eventually interviewed for Video Department manager, but ended up becoming #2, and was successfully crapped on often.
But my stix were great!
I quit. And started working at a call center, and my stix kinda died. For a number of reasons, but I'll blame it on the lack of humor in a call center dealing with retards on the phone every day who can't understand that if you drop your phone in water it isn't the manufacturer's fault and therefore is not covered under the warranty. No, I don't think it matters that you've had the phone for only 3 days. You broke it withing 3 days. Your problem, kiddo.
I got fired. And it's a good thing, really. Because by the time I was fired, I was seriously debating every time I went in as to whether I ought to gauge my eyes out or gnaw at my wrists. I couldn't ever decide, because I needed to do something that would get me sent home, but also be extreme enough that I would be granted leave of absence, and not just that, but I needed to hurt myself in such a way that it couldn't be argued that I'd actually had a mental break down. And I needed my eyes so I could drive home, but I also didn't really think I could break skin and draw enough blood because my front teeth aren't all razor-y like some people's are.
Now I'm working for Hollywood Video. And it's exactly like Hastings. Sans books, music, cafe, t-shirts, random crap, and massive push for DVD sales. So, it's just like the rental part of the Video Department. It's easy because I've already done this, it's hard because I'm Hastings-trained. (Really, Hastings has a better business plan than Hollywood, and it's organized a lot better, and its methods are clearer... it's a better run organization, but whatever. I don't miss it.)
And I'm stepping back into the retail world. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed/hated stupid people. Seriously. I got a few new stix-able situations and I'm pretty dang excited about it:
Teenage Girl: (looking at a candy display) You know, they really should put peanuts in Milky Ways, that would taste so good and everyone would buy them!
Teenage Boy: (looking at the girl like she's a moron) ...They do. They're called Snickers.
Girl: (eyes wide) ....Ohhhhh.

Seriously? Seriously. I couldn't believe it.

Woman: (grumping up to the counter) Do you have any XBox games?
Me: Yeah.
W: I only saw 4.
M: No, there's a whole ROW of them. I promise, right by the Wii games.
W: No, those are XBox 360 games. I want games for the original.
M: Oh! Sorry. Yeah, those we're out of. We sold 'em all because we really just rent out 360 games now.
W: So (huff) what are people like ME supposed to do, who can't afford to go out any buy the latest stuff, just because that's all YOU carry?
M: Sell a liver, I guess, because we've moved on.

I've forgotten that everything is my fault again. Ah yes, for $7.25 an hour, everything is my fault.

Up Until Now

I've been pretty busy since my last post. To make a long story short, I got in a fight with my mom in October and I moved out/was kicked out (we're not really sure which) and moved in with Jamie, Brett, Justin, and Andriana. That's been fine so far.
I got a job at Hollywood Video (just like Hastings, but smaller!) and also give chair massages weekly at a business complex.
School's going fine. I got my massage table. It's kinda difficult to carry around, but hey, it's a TABLE. Duh.
In January I'm moving in with my churchy girls and I'm excited for that. I didn't want to leave Jamie, but she got a job in Los Lunas, so she'll be moving in January, too.
Everything's working out alright, I feel.
Jesus loves me.