Stupid customer story of the day:

Guy walks in (nastiest mouth, deaf people notice these things), he’s introduced himself as very extroverted. Conversing with everyone possible, in the loudest possible way, about everything. After spending time in boots, comes up to pay for stuff and notices my necklace. Looks at it very hard and says, “That looks familiar, I think I’ve seen it when I was overseas. What’s it called?” My answer, “Well, it’s a triskele and it’s fairly common overseas, specifically Europe.” His reply, “Well, I didn’t see it in Europe, I saw it in Asia.” Me, “Well, the Celts did make it all the way to Asia.” Him, “Celts? That sounds Irish.” Me, “Well, actually, it’s the other way around.” Him, “What?” Me, “It’s the other way around, the Irish were a Celtic culture.” Him, “No they weren’t, I’m Irish and the Celts were Irish.” Me, “No, sir, you’re wrong, it’s the other way around.” Leaves him standing there dumbfounded.

That was my day in a nutshell. Imagine that 20 times over with a different conversation. Holidays bring out the stupid, they store it up all year and unleash it between Halloween and Christmas.

In other realms, this is a question I always end up asking myself, and I expect people to answer this….

Is there something about me that just puts people off? I’ve noticed several instances, lately, when I meet people that I think would make great friends, I seem to run them off in less than 2 hours. Or, in the case of one friend, over the course of a year. It’s not like I’m actively pursuing them the way I would someone I’m interested in, romantically, but I’ll put out the flag that I’m interested and watch them bolt. Seriously, I don’t get this. I would really love to meet new people and gain some new friends, but I seem to be doing something wrong. Most of the people who know me, alread,y say they don’t see anything wrong, and I never hear from these people again, to find out what got them doing the 100 yard dash in the other direction. Seriously, I’m not that odd, am I?

May their souls and families find peace….

Today’s casualties

So, I went shopping today (got a gift certificate for the b-day). The Limited is still, well, limited, granted they’ve gotten a bit more creative with some of their designs. Bought me a pair of dress capri’s (they’re going to look so cute as a punk outfit), a nice thin, woolen sweater, and a pair of bracelets. Caught a glimpse of Charlotte Russe out of the corner of my eye, and headed down. OMG, my fav stores are proving themselves, finally, why I love them so much. Honestly, I like the fact that gothy stuff is trendy now, easier to find things. And Charlotte Russe is cheap, in comparison. Got me a nice dress velvet coat, with faux fur cuffs and collar for $40, a nice bodice for $20. Express has some cool things of late, granted, their winter selection isn’t as good as their fall selection was, but it’s still neat (more expensive than Charlotte). I need to go back through all my stuff and throw out old make-up and things like that. Then, off to Sephora for more!

In other news, the blue honda is up for sale, as of Sunday. I’m posting the price at $1000.00 OBO. If you know of someone who needs an in-betweener car, first-time driver car, or short distance commuter car, send them to me. It’s in good condition, it’s old and needs a bit of work, but most important, it still runs pretty good.

So, some people interpret Nostradamus’ prophecy that the 3rd WW would originate from the mid-east by the guy in a purple turban. There were rumours, in various history media, that the guy was Saddam. Now, what I find funny is that the guy who’s “started” all this fun stuff is no where to be found. Yet, new countries are being targeted.

In today’s bombing, George I of the US and Tony Blair, used it to justify why they attacked in the first place. My question to them, is can they prove that these attacks would have happened whether they attacked or not? My voice, is that the attack provoked these attacks (please keep in mind that those who are perpetrating these attacks are not playing by “gentleman’s rule of war”).

Personally, I’d throw out this concept of a gentleman’s war, geneva accords or no. I think trying to put a kinder face on the concept of war is a joke. War has no rules, and it has no form. The only way either comes into existance is by the agreement of both sides to abide by common rules. Our “opponent” in this war has shown itself to not agree to the common rules, we are not taking a “high” road by holding to those rules. Instead, I think we’re trying to perpetuate some “martyr complex” with it. Screw it, I think we should throw out the book.

Last night, Dimmu Borgir. All’s good, though I shelled out more money than I got back. Things are in the work on that, no hard feelings on my end.

I’ve come to the conclusion, after last night’s concert. We could simultaneously increase the IQ points of the gene pool by annhialating both concert venues, where death metal is being performed, and arenas, where monster truck rallys are held. Seriously, it could work. Though, determining which intelligent people in both audiences to warn would be a bit difficult.

During Dimmu’s performance, I was pleased to find myself placed in front of some dipshit yelling, “Death to Christians!!!” when they came on. Now, I’m sitting here contemplating whether or not I should nail him in the throat to shut him up, or whether I should just chalk it up to a pagan/satan convert and laugh, while shaking my head in wonder. That “holy shit, we’re fucked” type sarcasm. Anyway, that was my thought for the evening.

Made it through today, the conflicted co-worker refused to talk to me, and apparently has refused to help out at the register (when clothes need to be restocked) since Monday. Had to explain that one to WB. She got a good laugh out of it and thanked me for telling him off. Since we’re now separated from the “floor stockers”, we’re getting better about working together. It’s just us, till SL finds out and clarifies a few duties. Finished the inventory this morning before we actually opened. Took a whole 5 minutes because we were out of everything that was left (boy, I’d love to be able to point that one out).

I’m sore as hell from yesterday’s workout. Hour’s worth of leg and upper arm weights, then off to yoga. Tomorrow will be similar, except it will be kick-boxing instead of yoga. My mum wants me to start up dancing. Maybe I’ll take that up once I get my bills back in order and the budgeting situated. I’m not sure what I want to take, I know I want to start Irish step-dancing, but modern has tweaked my interest, and I’ve always wanted to go back to ballet. Decisions, decisions.

Saw the Matrix last night. Not as bad as I was expecting, but I can see where the criticism came from.

I had to update my reading list last night, because it seems my Scotsman had a copy of Ancient Irish Myths by Cross and Slover. So, I no longer need a copy. I feel like a dork because it was sitting right next to my Squire copy when I was doing story research earlier this year. At that time, it was recommended by one of the grove Bards, and I vowed myself to get a copy. I had one, pretty sad that I never even realized it.

Tonight, I’ve got yoga, then off to see Dimmu Borgir and co. I’m contemplating yoga, because my arms are a bit shakey after today’s workout, but I think it’ll be a good thing for me to go. Stretch me out and give me brain time.

As many of you know, things in the world of freak are not going terribly well. But that’s fine, I’ll find my way through it. I did get to let some steam out today, I decided I’d be the one to put in the effort into the inventory of our air guns. There were a few things left, which are in different sections of the store (and I can’t get to them on cashier days), so I asked the floor guys for help. One of them told me this morning that he couldn’t get to it till Saturday. That’s a no-go. Come lunch, I tell whoever’s next to go, and whoever isn’t to come to the register when they get a chance. Well, MM decided to give me a lecture on “crying”, how I don’t work (which is bullshit), and how I should ask for 5 minutes to go finish this (it would take more than 5 minutes). I tell him, that today, it’s not plausable because there’s not another cashier to fill-in. He tells me to quit “crying”, I say I’m not, etc, etc. So, he ends up telling me he can’t do it, so to not ask him, I ask him if he’s on lunch, he says yes. My response? “Then I wasn’t asking you, I was asking whoever isn’t on lunch.” He tells me to quit crying, again. I tell him to get out away from me. He asks, “what? I can’t stand here?” I told him that he was on lunch and I didn’t want to look at him and to get the hell away from me because I really didn’t care to be around him and that he was pissing me off. He left. Didn’t talk to him at all the rest of the evening.

He doesn’t get it, that crap just pisses me off because he acts like he’s the only one around the store that does anything. Yeah, being cashier ain’t exactly back-breaking labour. I’m happier on the floor, but since WB is now the self-proclaimed “queen bee”, I’m stuck behind the damned counter. Hell, I could bench press that little Mexican (I called him a whiny little bitch mexican – I think that pissed him off; go me). Anyway, it’s little shit like that, which has been eating me up lately. It’s all been accumulating and building, and building and finally I decided to bulldoze it. He’s been pulling crap like that since he started working here, and I’d love to put him in my job and see how well he does.

Anyway, after that little episode, I feel much better. Not as well as I would like to feel, but I’m not staring at some black pit, wondering how long it would be till I hit the absolute bottom. Things will need to change, I’ll need to start keeping track of my mood swings better and the ups and downs, communicate them better, yadda yadda yadda.

Have I mentioned all women who love construction-type workers need to watch Tarzan???? *drool*

So, I’m feeling very odd. Talked with my Mum today, she’s going to start calling me once a week. For some reason, she’s started to be a calming influence on me and I’m glad she’s going to do this. I feel a bit alone lately, separated and searching for a connection. Tonight I’m going to my first kick-boxing class, that should get me going a bit. Must call the Marine and see if he’s up for a concert next week, then on to the Armory to meet up with alekto and friends. Tomorrow I start working on my next grove assignment, it is something I need to do and I need to get off my ass and do it.

I need to eat. Started reading Kinsella’s translation of Tain bo Culaigne. It’s an interesting format and I should finish it quickly and start on the Stonehenge book I won last Lughnasadh.

Basically, I’m finding the necessity to begin relying on myself again. Not in the manner of living, in general, emotionally. I’m at the point of constant reminder, there is no rest for self-reliance. I can rely on no one, for nothing. If I do, I find myself at the same point, needing to take over and do it myself. Can’t rely on anyone, regardless how capable they portray themselves as.