This post actually isn’t going to be about Family Day. People like it, people don’t, people find it absurd. Whatever. I dig the holiday pay.
Minor celebrity sighting today. Dallas Green came to the store. I wasn’t sure it was him until one of the other customers turned around and called him out. He actually looked pretty cute with facial hair. I didn’t say anything to him besides my typical quick “Hi!” and the price of his beverage. No, I don’t remember what it was.
Two of my old co-workers came into the store today, one I like and one I wish would be erased from history for she is the most loathsome hag I have ever had the displeasure of encountering. Now she knows where I work, and she blindsided me by asking for my cell phone number so I could “help fix her computer”. I’m gonna screen that shit like a blood test. How do you politely say: “No, you can’t have my cell phone number, you bitch-harpy”?
Anyway, the main point of my post is that I’m going to stop promising I’m going to post more. Retail sucks the will to write out of me. That’s all there is to it. Blogging doesn’t really count in my books. All of the good, creative shit I should be doing bounces around my head in the morning, usually while I’m making popcorn or small-talk with the customers and vanishes before I get a chance to get it down. Action without stimulus. I’m doing such menial tasks that I don’t have to think about for hours on end and it just fucking kills my creativity. So, I’ll post when I feel like it. Hopefully that will happen more often.
I haven’t post a poem in months. That makes me really fucking sad, actually, even if no one wants to see that shit. I’m going to force myself to write something soon, probably in a specific form of some kind. Maybe another sonnet.
AGH WHY CAN’T I JUST WRITE
