Post-Holiday

2009! I generally dislike when years end in an odd number, but it's just something I have to put up with for the next three hundred and sixty-some days. I still haven't really been satisfied that I graduated in 2007 instead of 2008 (it would have worked out so perfectly, too: high school in 2004, college in 2008, grad school in 2010). Sigh.

Because I'm really lame, I went to the bookstore today even though I wasn't scheduled to work. To top it off with the cool points, I was pleased to finish not only The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants II (the second summer of the sisterhood) but also Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood. They aren't bad! It's like a high school, much less risque version of Sex and the City. With pants.

Also, they had bagels and cream cheese and prosecco, even though I didn't drink any of it. The bagels were delicious.

I have that psychophysiological study tomorrow that involves goop on my head, so I have to wash my hair tonight and be sure not to apply any product or braid it. The cheap researchers won't even give me lunch and I have no idea if there's a microwave in the study area or not. It's early in the morning but I have to remember to bring basic stuff like shampoo and conditioner and a hair dryer so that I don't have to take the bus home with the gel still on my head. I wonder if they have towels. I work at 5:00 so I don't have a ton of time to shower at home.

Oh oh, I've been at the bookstore long enough for customers to start recognizing me. This is a bad, bad thing because of my terrible memory. Quite literally, as soon as they step away from the register I completely forget their name and everything about them. Sometimes people will buy something and then look at the magazines and come right back and I'm like, "Did you find everything you were looking for? Do you have a membership with us?". At this point, they roll their eyes and are like, you just asked me that.

Some cute guy teasingly berated me today at the store because he said I lured him in with brunch and he missed it. I'm like, "I told you it was from 11 - 1! You should have been here earlier!" This was a complete lie, because I have no idea who this guy was or if I specifically told him the brunch hours. Whatever.

And everybody was telling me "Happy New Year!" as they left the store yesterday. What luck that I happen to get friendly and personable customers, hm?

People have been asking if I have any resolutions. No. Well, I kind of resolve to get my laundry done because it's been weeks and weeks and thank god I have a lot of underwear.

Oh, how nice our totally-real-from-Pool-City tree looked!







The bears were being naughty behind the Church Punch. For shame...






Hooray for Pedi-Toes, or whatever they were called. I like how my toes look skeletal with them on.






The cat and I in bonding time, which is any time that she isn't biting me. The biting came about a minute after this picture.






This was from Grandma Wilm's apartment complex's bulletin board. I don't think this woman was thanking 'all'.