New Year Soon

I have to go to beed soon because I have to open tomorrow. That's been the routine for the past two weeks.

Almost. Two weeks ago, I came down with some food poisoning. I ate at a fast food restaurant that I really enjoy. Well, I guess they didn't cook the burger very well, and it finally kicked my ass the night after. I ate it Tuesday night, right after I got off of work. Wednesday morning was filled with shakes, chills, dry heaves, and back spasms. I went to a clinic, but I couldn't keep waiting. So I went to the local ER. They said it was a mixture of dehydration and food poisoning.

They hooked me up to two IVs and let me pass out. Before the IVs were successfully inserted, they had to try three times. The first was at the usual spot, on the inside of my elbow. The second was a little higher, but that didn't work very well either. So, they put it in the back of my hand. Fairly painful, but nothing I couldn't handle.

When I got home from the ER, I laid down on my bed. I drifted in and out of sleep for 6 hours. In the middle of the night, I woke up, grabbed my trash can, and started hurling. I carried it to the bathroom, where I finished the deed. Just to put it in perspective, I hadn't thrown up in over 6 years. It was a good streak.

I only missed a day of work, but the medication made my first day back really fuzzy. I was extremely light-headed and couldn't focus on anything. So I sat in the back and worked on computers.

A few days later, I accidentally bumped my arm where they had missed the IV. The vein opened a bit, and blood started collecting in my arm. It bubbled a bit, and I had to put ice on it. It was very similar to what happened on my right hand when I punched the floor. But now there's a green spot where it happened, and it's been like that for over a week now.

There's more, but I want to sleep. I'm back though, and that's what matters.

One More Go

Nothing new. It's just the usual "go to work, go home and sleep" routine. But even then, I don't have to work hard. Like tonight, there weren't many customers. So, I floated between my department and the computer repair department. Helped out with the computers and anyone who had questions.

More of the coworkers are warming up to me. The conversations are getting longer, and their censorship is disappearing. It makes it easier on me because then I don't have to censor myself as much. Every sentence I speak ends in "sir" or "ma'am." But when things are quiet, the talk is much more casual.

It is kind of nice working in a major retail store. So many cute chics...(One came in and played our Rock Band demo. She was really good. But a coworker and I couldn't determine how old she was.)

I've gotta work tomorrow. So, I can't stay up too late. In fact, I should probably get ready for bed.

Asking What?

So, when approaching a female, is it ok to ask for age? Or is it one of those things where if you have to ask, the answer isn't going to be favorable? I'm assuming the latter.

There's another major retail store in the same shopping center as where I work. There's a cute chic who works in that store. I'm into legs, and she has seriously nice legs. Very womanly.

So, I think the plan is to send one of my younger co-workers over to that store to scout. If she's closer to his age, then I consider her off-limits. And he can call dibs. Otherwise, well, I'll look into it.

Going to be fun tomorrow. There should be a good closing crew, and I get to watch Heroes without commercial interruptions once I get home. For now, I'm going to grab some Doritos and watch TV. Maybe I'll pop in the new Futurama movie. I haven't watched it yet.

Not A Cougar

This was a good night. We had a really good crew working tonight.

Something really interesting happened. Before I begin, I should mention that we have a different way of helping customers. First, each one of us is required to know the products we are talking about. If you ask me about an iPod, a computer, a digital camera, whichever, I need to know everything about it. Not only do we need to know the product, we are 'encouraged' to get to know the customer. Not just the question "what are they buying," but also, "why are they buying it?"

I was helping a woman pick out an iPod. For her son. She wan't bad-looking. I bet she looked great in her early 20s. Either way, while I gave her information on the iPod Touch, she slowly moved closer to me. And she started to joke with me. I carried her items to customer service, and things were bought. Two of the other things she bought weren't heavy, but were in weird boxes, so I offered to get her a cart to make it easier. Instead, she suggested I carry it to her car.

The guys that guard the doors to prevent theft give me that smirk as I walked outside. I think they chuckled a bit once I was out of listening range. She pointed our her car and popped the trunk. I helped her pack it in, and that was that.

Still, it was just a bit awkward. Then again, it was the first time that I carried anything for a customer outside of the store. Maybe that's why I felt uneasy. But once I was back inside, of course I was joking with my co-workers.

It was a really fun night. Watched Fight Club for a little bit, and I got to watch Red Eye. I'll probably snack on something and then pass out. I'm off tomorrow. And I don't go in until 5PM on Monday.