Visitors are fun
Saturday, Jul. 20, 2002 00:10

The height of my day: I had two visitors tonight, one of them unexpected, one of them the person I'd most wish to have a visitor. The other was a pleasant surprise, in a different sense.

The Low of my day: This evil customer came in and returned stuff to TJ Maxx. Man. She is wretched. She is always coming up with new and interesting ways to rip off the company. Usually it involes something like what happened today. She bought something a while ago at Goodwill (or a comparable location) and returned it, receiving a store credit. (TJ maxx will take ANYTHING back and give you a credit for it) She then used the store credit to purchase say...a sweater or something. (well, probably something more expensive than that) THEN she took the sweater and exchanged it for something else. This would leave her with a receipt showing that she paid for her new merchandise (a purse in this case) with the old merchandise that she returned. Then, of course, she proceeds to write "Paid cash" on the top of the receipt, thinking she can fool us into thinking that the merchandise she returned when she paid for the purse was purchased with cash, when it really wasn't. THEN, she returns the purse, showing the receipt that doesn't show how she paid for her sweater, and INSISTS on getting cash back. OBVIOUSLY she's lying because she does this every week, but you know, generally I don't care. I just do what she asks. Because our management will always approve anything because they want to make the customer happy.

But THIS time, I was pissed. She exchanged one purse for another just yesterday. I did the exchange for her, and she did NOT have a receipt. So today, she comes back in and insists on getting cash back. She was trying to convince me that I remembered wrong. Yeah right! Stupid asshole woman. So I gave her the cash. I don't care. Not about the money. But the reason it was the low of the day was because she totally ruined my integrity. She made ME the asshole. she LIED to me about something that I did. That makes me mad.

Anyway. My visitors. Right. I always wish that Linda would come to my window. She came tonight. But she couldn't stay because she had to go to bed. Yeah. This irritates the fuck out of me, but what can I say? She's got a right to sleep. IT's not like she's doing anything wrong. And I don't know what my issue is. Or maybe I know and I don't want to think about it right now. But it didn't please me. And I never show my emotions around her really anymore. And that's silly. I should show her my emotion. But I'm pretty scared of her. I don't know what I expect. I think I take her criticalness of so many things and worry myself to death that I might also become an object of criticism. I don't know why, but I don't trust that I will stay in her good graces and the idea of not staying there is unthinkable. And...I'm afraid of showing too much, of changing things, of being a burden, of being an annoyance. So I'm sort of walking on eggshells. And then I think afterwards about what I should have said, and how I should have been. I wish I felt more comfortable expressing myself to her. I think she'd want me to express more.

So yeah, our time together wasn't meaningful. And nothing came of it. And it left me feeling incredibly unsatisfied, as I often leave our time together because of the above issues.

And then Ryan came over. And we had a pretty good talk. It was nice. Nicer than it sometimes is.

And I am now the proud owner of a Jimmy Eat world ticket. Yipeeee!

I like visitors! I like them so much! I always have these wakeful dreams about Linda coming to my window in the middle of the night and crawling into bed with me. Or even just coming to hang out. Or anything. Tiff stops by once in a while. But other than her, nobody really comes.

I wish I was sleeping better these days. I've been staying up late and sleeping in and then not getting enough sleep and then being exhausted, and then staying up late again. I'm actually starting to get tired now, which is good since I have to work at 9 tomorrow. But I'm really worried about how Monday is going to go. I have a full day planned, and unless I go to bed really early Sunday night, I'm going to pass out somewhere along the way. Whenever I have a lot planned, I have all this incredible anxiety and can't sleep. If this happens Monday, I will end up tired. The beach also make me really tired. Soo, by the time I get to the state theater to see Jimmy Eat world, I'm going to be dead on my feet (if I stay ON my feet).

I may not be explaining myself very well. My apologies. Monday's agenda:

Wake up - Old Port - Jimmy Eat World patio show - Beach - Jimmy Eat World at the State

Yeah.

So anyway, tomorrow it's another day at work, but I get out at 3. I don't know what I"m going to do with myself! Oh, maybe enjoy some free time! What a concept, ay? Then I'm workin' all day on Sunday. ANd I've already talked about Monday. The rest of the week is work. BUT my parents are gone, so there could possibly be some fun stuff going on too.

So anyway. Night night.