“Is there a penalty?” He asked, avoiding looking directly at the clerk while he fingered the bills in his wallet.
“For only buying half?” The clerk replied, his own eyes on the boxes of bullets waiting to be rung up. “Not one you pay with money, sir…”
“Okay, then. Just these.” The customer pushed a few of the boxes closer to the clerk. “And a pack of Camel Menthols, please.” He added after shuffling around in his wallet again.
“Can I see an ID?” The clerk asked automatically. “Actually, never mind. Cigs are on me.”
“Thanks,” He mumbled, not smiling.
Last week I was dog-sitting again. Same pup as always – Birdie. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned Boo before, but she’s my mom’s co-worker’s dog. I first pet-sat back in November for this sweet old pup, and this week makes it the third time I’ve had the pleasure of Birdie’s company.
But as much as I like watching Birds, every time I watch her, I realize how much more I love cats. Okay, how much more I love my cats, specifically. I am so much more of a cat person.
I like that my cats can handle themselves. I like that I don’t have to take them for walks. I like that they can fit in my lap, more or less. I like that they are fine just being near me and I like that my two, at least, know when I’m not feeling well or when I’m upset and will try to comfort me. I like that I can fall asleep with one curled up on each side of me (or, if Mr. English is over, then one by my head and one by my feet).
I’m sure it’d be different if it was my own dog. I know it’s more about the connection you make with the animal. But I’ve lived with roommates that have had dogs before, and it’s still just never quite the same connection as I have with my cats.
Maybe it’s that I’m more “independent” like cats are. Actually, now that I think about it, my cats and I are very alike. I do crave social interaction and attention from time to time, but when I’m done with that attention, I’m done with that attention and would prefer to be left alone with a book or video game. My cats want attention when they want it and when they don’t, they’re fine napping in the cat tree or grooming themselves on the bed or whatever cats do when no one’s looking (my money is on plotting world domination).
There’s always been this idea or plan that someday I’ll adopt a dog for myself and I’ll suddenly become a dog person as much as I am a cat person, but maybe not so much. Maybe it’s really gonna take a special pup to change my base personality from aligning more with cats to aligning more to dogs. I do hope I can find that dog, though, someday.
As an author’s note, I sort of feel I need to make it clear that this isn’t somehow about me or about anyone I know. I’m just a sick puppy and like the imagery of paper, ink, and beatings.
Black and blue ink splattered across the pages of her skin, soaking through one page after the next. Each chapter is just more of the same. Her beginning will be the same as her end – nothing but an unbroken circle of bruises and scars. The only unbroken thing about her.
He was the typewriter, authoring her story, his unforgiving keys punching the words into her letter by painful letter, only pausing momentarily to reset for a new page. Then it starts all over again.
Page after endless page. And there was nothing for her to do other than let herself be written.
The APAC site I work at is changing the type of calls that it mainly takes. That means we all have a new round of training to go through. Super fun!
In fact, I just started training yesterday. We’re being trained on Medicare Part D. And holy shit, is Medicare complicated! Lord have mercy on my poor soul when I turn 65. After two days, my head is spinning around and around. I’m just waiting for it to puke and pass out at this point.
I probably won’t really understand any of this anyway until I start taking calls. Four parts, four stages of coverage in one of those parts – right now it’s just a mess of numbers and stages and random information. So until I’m able to get into an account and answer real questions that real people have, it’s just not going to click for me. It was like that when I trained in regular member services, too. Nothing clicked until I was on the phones.
And of course, I’m the last group through the training. So at least there’s tons of people on the floor that already know what they’re doing that I can ask if I need help. The other good part about training is that I have weekends off for the next two weeks. That’s two whole days off in a row that I get to spend with Mr. English. Super bonus!
Well, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve taken the time to actually sit down and write a fucking blog post. I’m only a little disappointed with myself. But only a little because I have what I consider to be a good excuse. All the time I don’t spend at work I spend with Mr. English. Because that’s how I choose to set my priorities. (And yes, I know I can spend time with him and write a post, which will start happening from here on out, but we’re still kinda in the honeymoon phase).
Anyway, I was also sick for a good chunk of time there. Sick to the point where I lost my voice. Do you know how hard it is to work at a call center and not have a voice? So during that period of my month, I was also sleeping a lot and dying sometimes by coughing up a lung. Or at least attempting to.
Back to my free time with my boyfriend. I’ve gotten him into the show Supernatural (if you haven’t seen it, watch it. If you don’t like emotional trauma from a TV show, don’t watch it). So we’ve been switching back and forth between marathoning that and this really really incredibly weird anime Mystery Girlfriend X. Don’t watch it. Just… don’t watch it. It’s really very awkwardly weird.
While we’re watching Supernatural, our conversation tends to be more along the lines of “Yeah, I’d be dead if I were in this episode” or “Man, I would have killed the bad guy like this instead of that.” While we’re watching Mystery Girlfriend X, the conversation tends to be as follows:
Me: Wait, what?
Me: WAIT. WHUT.
Me: Are you freaking serious? With the fucking DROOL again?!
Him: [laughs maniacally]
Again, my suggestion is to not ever watch Mystery Girlfriend X ever because it is definitely not worth it and you will be morbidly curious after the first episode. I was. We watched the very first episode and then I said “No, I really don’t want to watch this, this is way too fucking weird and stupid.” And then about five minutes later, I said “Play the next one. I kinda have to know what happens.” So, dear readers, don’t do it. Take my advice and stay away from Mystery Girlfriend X.