Maybe it's the customer who was so fat that when he walked into the store he knocked stacks of Archie comics off their shelves, making me feel a tad like Al Bundy at the shoe store.
Maybe it's the weekly appearance of our store's Cat Piss Man. Since, after all, every comic/gaming/video store has its very own Cat Piss Man.
Maybe it's the exasperation at the inexplicable sight of watching, twice in a row now, as people order mayo on their tuna subs. Mayo on tuna? The tuna itself is more mayo than tuna as it is?! You want mayo with your mayo, sir?!
Maybe it's the fact that the only season of X-Files that my video store owns is Season Eight, of all the fucking seasons of X-Files, thus denying me the chance to rent the brilliant Season Six episode with Bruce Campbell.
Maybe it's the tiredness and the ever-present threats of illness that have sapped my energy, or maybe I'm finally getting the "Davids family depression" that's hit my mother in a huge, crippling way and has plagued my brother.
Maybe it's this lack of energy that renders me unable to become Johnny Go and pretend that I'm not missing people I shouldn't be missing, or being jealous of people of whom I shouldn't waste my time being jealous.
Ever get one of those days where, for no particular tangible reason, it just doesn't even feel worth cursing Richards?
Maybe it's the weekly appearance of our store's Cat Piss Man. Since, after all, every comic/gaming/video store has its very own Cat Piss Man.
Maybe it's the exasperation at the inexplicable sight of watching, twice in a row now, as people order mayo on their tuna subs. Mayo on tuna? The tuna itself is more mayo than tuna as it is?! You want mayo with your mayo, sir?!
Maybe it's the fact that the only season of X-Files that my video store owns is Season Eight, of all the fucking seasons of X-Files, thus denying me the chance to rent the brilliant Season Six episode with Bruce Campbell.
Maybe it's the tiredness and the ever-present threats of illness that have sapped my energy, or maybe I'm finally getting the "Davids family depression" that's hit my mother in a huge, crippling way and has plagued my brother.
Maybe it's this lack of energy that renders me unable to become Johnny Go and pretend that I'm not missing people I shouldn't be missing, or being jealous of people of whom I shouldn't waste my time being jealous.
Ever get one of those days where, for no particular tangible reason, it just doesn't even feel worth cursing Richards?
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Date: 2005-11-11 05:45 pm (UTC)They tend to come in groups of 365.
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Date: 2005-11-11 05:45 pm (UTC)my old job is still available. commute wouldn't be much worse. pay would be shitloads better, plus benefits. it's busier than when i had it, but it's still largely posting on lj all day. i mean, more than you can now. it looks good on a resume' despite the fact a trained monkey would be overly qualified.
seriously, it's a great scam. think about it.
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Date: 2005-11-11 06:47 pm (UTC)Here's the thing: aside from feelings like this which come and go anyway, I really love working at the comic shop. The bosses here have been wonderful to me and the job is a constantly renewing pleasure with each new comics' day. Plus I basically sit at the computer and get to LJ and stuff anyway all day, like I'm doing right now. Which is a lot more than I can say about the video store job, which sucks donkey balls.
The commute from my house to Georgetown really ain't bad at all, which is more than I could say to the possibility of commuting via the beltway to work (it's enough of a game of russian roulette trying to get to rehearsal on time as it is).
Yet this "pay would be shitloads better" is mightily tempting. I can make do with comic shop money for the time being; I'm not paying off any horrid bills of my own just yet, or planning on doing anything extravagant too soon.
I don't know how long this offer will hold, but for the immediate future I'm happy where I am. I sincerely appreciate the thought, though. Lord knows if/when the writing/acting doesn't take off, I'm gonna need a job like that.
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Date: 2005-11-11 06:57 pm (UTC)the job is really making copies, printing reports that anyone can read anyway, sitting in meetings taking notes, and writing up the notes. anything else that wastes paper and creates more bureacracy is just an added bonus.
but most of those assignments only take an hour or two a day. otherwise, you've got internet and time to write. hell, i wrote a movie script for my boss, which he wants to film on his own one day.
writing skills are a plus.
the people are... probably different than what you're used to. But the pay is around $37k or $38k for basically sitting on your butt and being patient with government efficiency. wonderful access from the metro (it's in crystal city). and every gov't holiday is a paid vacation. like today.
i think the spot is open for another week or two, before my old boss starts looking for someone.
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Date: 2005-11-11 07:07 pm (UTC)I'll need to think on it. I probably won't take it, but shit... I'm just hesitant to give up this job when I'm really happy, even if I'm not making enough to really set out on my own and all that.
Shit. Conflicted. Gah.
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Date: 2005-11-11 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-11 07:02 pm (UTC)Wow. That helped more than the smashing would even.
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Date: 2005-11-11 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-11 06:21 pm (UTC)ah forget it.. doombot, bring me a pint of haagen daaz."
i've been struggling with days like that alot lately.. i'm just not cut out for this much normalcy.
anyway, i feel you. i'm sorry you're having a rough time. but you'll tough it out.
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Date: 2005-11-11 07:56 pm (UTC)man, youmust be draggin.. a good Doombot/curse Richards joke would usually send you into paroxysms of laughter.
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Date: 2005-11-11 07:59 pm (UTC)Try me again when I'm well-rested and caffinated. And not plagued by envy and nostalgia and insecurity.
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Date: 2005-11-11 09:10 pm (UTC)I hope peanutbutter chocolate chip brownies made from scratch will cheer you up, at least for a little while. ::HUG::
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Date: 2005-11-11 09:13 pm (UTC)Hmm, hug brownies...
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Date: 2005-11-11 09:33 pm (UTC)One of those days, yes ...
Date: 2005-11-11 10:38 pm (UTC)You and I need to hit the town, get drunk, and get laid.
Yea, it's been one of those days.
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Date: 2005-11-12 04:31 am (UTC)That article was so true.
The store I worked at was extra large, so, lucky us: we had two: One skinny, one huge. The huge one was exactly how the article described him. OMG. So True.
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Date: 2005-11-12 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-14 12:15 am (UTC)(PS, I got a sneak peek at BOOKS OF DOOM #1 which comes out this Wednesday, and it's awesome. Utter awesomeness.)
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