Somedays I wonder if im just being a waste of space.
You know those days, where you always seem to be in the way of someone in one way or another. wether its driving, walking or trying to live.
Hmm what else could i blog about other than work? my complete lack of creativity and inpiration that seemed to have left with the leaves perhaps? or maybe about the fact that saskatchewan is horribly ugly right now, what with its complete lack of color and dreary skies.
october stinks, although i did see a very beautiful sunset today, too bad i saw it come and go through the window at work.
Thats how life seems lately. Watching everything come and go while im stuck working. Im serious i think i live at karbeas. If anyone needs to reach me. ill be there. might as well send my mail there while your at it.
2 people have quit recently because my works closing down so they ( like sensible people ) went out to find another steady job. leaving me with ALL the long..long brutal shifts at the restraunt.
But its not all bad. I get to meet some intresting people throughout the days and get to know regulars ( which is something iv always wanted to do )
which reminds me. weird story for the day:
Some man walked in today and he looks at me while im pouring him coffee and he goes
"
hey so i bet its nice working here huh? the tips ok?"
me- yeah well, considering i dont have to drive in very far to go to work
man - oh yah. is that why your not working at the hotel anymore?
uhmm...how the hell did he know i worked THERE, it wasnt even customer service for one, so i didnt see ANYbody and for petes sake i dont even know this man, iv never seen him in my life!!
So i just smiled and said, hey i think i have to do some stuff in the back. sorry ill be back out in a bit
And hid there. i think i have a stalker. haha and SUPRISE how old do you think he is!?...yeah. 60.....its always them....
seriosly. so creepy.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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2 comments:
you probably do know him, lol.
I miss our midnight conversations over the internet. And midnight picnics. When I come home for Christmas we really need to have one of those again.
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