i was talked into parceling today.
which i didnt really mind so much.
i thought it was gunna be really cold, but it wasnt, especially with all the running around i was doing whilst outside.

but what im writing about, is how before i was saying how you meet so many different types of people doing what i do.
well. tonight, i got to know employees better.
more than just one or two.

but. i'll only talk about a couple.

most of my night, since it was rather slow, was divided up between talking to this apparel chic, 18, asian, who's always at the register.
and the rest of the time i wasnt pushing carts i was talking to this guy outside. the security guy.

so. i think that chic digs me, but how do i spend my time?
yeh. like 70% i was out talking to this guy, who i originally thought to be very mean and unfriendly, but come to find out he just doesnt speak english that well.
off the subject, but dont you find it funny when people say that some one cant speak the language, but they say, and they cant speak it that good.
gives me the chuckles, cuz theyre most likely bashing that person, and yet theyre speech is wrong.... neways.
so this guy is from brazil, can speak portuguese and spanish, but little english.
moved to america 2 yrs ago after meeting his future wife three years ago on a vacation up here.
he worked for the dept of trans in brazil for 15 yrs, but yet cant get his license here. he needs a spanish speaking instructor, which takes a while to get....
ok. i know no one really cares about this guy or what i sed, but why i sed it is cuz...
look at me. what the fuck am i doing?
i appreciated the time that i spent with that dude outside compared to like the 30% of my time that i spent inside talking to that chic.
i guess i like listening to what older people have to say.
cuz this other chic sure liked to talk as well.

maybe i also liked to talk to this guy cuz i want so fucking bad to go to south america.
except for that damned columbia. (which is where that dude's wife is from)

uh.
i feel like i really didnt make a good pt.
my bad.
its been a while since ive had anything worthy to blog about and delve into and explore it while writing it down.

one thing i do have to say, is that my boss rules.
i wrote him a message that sed that hes bumping my hrs way up.
so this week, i got 16, and it rules.
well. not totally, but its still cool. i dont work any weekday, just the weekend.
thats the part that sux.
ive never had a boss like that.
maybe he knows im a good asset to keep around and not piss off.
either way, he rules.
i saw him for the first time today in like a month or even more.
one of the lower bosses was trying to suck up to him, but he saw me and was all nice, and saying hi and shit.
totally ignoring the other guy.
why do i get so much pleasure out of that?! >=)
maybe because my hardwork is being appreciated.
truthfully, when im there i clean up so much extra shit.
the place would look horrible w/o it.
how do i find all this extra time to clean up the checkers and customers messes,
while those cashiers barely find time to do their own!?
bleh.
whatever.

im so stoked over this no school on monday thing.
i am sleeping in and sitting on my ass ALL FUCKING DAY!
no one disturb me, unless you bring food,
or are a hot chic. (always those exceptions =)