Hey, y’all!

So I started blogging again, bitches. Nice. I’ve abandoned the old blogger/myspace combo for a new one. I’m making a new start, if you will.

(And I will. Sorry, it’s just that in my mind “if you will” is immediately followed by someone else saying “and I will.” It’s like when someone says “is he coming?” and I’ll immediately say “all over your face!” I can’t help it. It’s a reflex.)

So let me bring you up to date, if anyone still is pining over my last blog mess. I have three jobs, and yet still do nothing all day. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

One of my jobs is in retail. I’ve had several retail jobs and every time I take one I don’t think I’m going to hate it but then like two weeks in I end up borderline suicidal and pissed off at myself.

I was talking to my friend Amanda the other day about it, and she put it better than I ever could. She said:

“It’s like the whole time you’re working you want to tell people that this isn’t your real job. It’s just something you’re doing right now.”

It’s so true.

Is it bad that I find peddling sweaters and such sort of, um, humiliating? Every time one of my managers reminds me to tell someone about a special promotion or the store credit card I feel horrifically embarassed. Every time I have to say “hi, welcome to yada-yada-yada” (don’t want to get sued) I want to crawl in a hole and hide. I can’t be alone here, right?

Right?

I think what makes it so depressing is the fact that I work with several people who really have this as their actual job. Like they like it a whole lot. So much that they are doing it forever. It’s not that I think that it’s sad for them. It’s sad for me, because I have to look at them not minding the fact that they’ve said the same thing to nameless, faceless customers for 6 hours on end, while in my corner my soul has turned to dust and blown away. I don’t think I’m better than them. Not at all.

I think I’m just jealous that they like something.