hi!

anne says i am boring her with my new job because i can't blog anymore during the day. this is true. i suspect i'm boring anyway, since all i can think about anymore is cell phones.

today at work there were a lot of jerks. it's hard for me to not take it personally at this point; mainly because i really feel inept and am constantly berating myself for not knowing all the things i need to know. this guy got all pissed at me and stormed out while i was working on his upgrade because he "didn't have two or three hours" to wait for me to finish. it's true it was taking a while, but it's also true that he came in half and hour before close, when there was a line of people waiting to be helped and i had a very fussy computer. i had a feeling that it wasn't my fault things weren't moving as quickly as i wanted, and after he left and it took me five minutes to do the same thing with another customer i realized i was right. it might not have all been the computer's fault, but it also wasn't all mine. i also realized that i need to calm down a bit and that i'm not going to know it all until i learn it. that's taking some time, but i cant rush it by the force of my furrowed brow. dude, if i could, i would! i would have last week. the thing is, it's just work, it's a way for me to get from point A to point B, it's a place where i do a job i'm not always sure of loving but with people that i really like, and if i don't know it all and i make some mistakes the world isn't going to fall apart. if i mess up your activation, you aren't going to get ebola and die. millions of kittens aren't going to perish if i forget the price of text messages. in short, everything is going to be okay.

this is what happens when you hire a neurotic. just so you know.

i feel ridiculously boring even talking about this. who wants to hear about my crappy job? it's a job. all jobs are inherently boring, but i like my co-workers, more and more every day, and when i get something right and someone is nice to me then i feel like a rock star. yes there was mr. i'm-in-a-rushy-rush, but there was also miss you-have-been-so-helpful-thank-you and mr. dude!-give-me-a-high-five.* why let mr. fussy-pants ruin that? i can't think of any good reason, either.

um, i had a beer and no dinner yet. i'm going to go now before i start slurring my speech and telling you how much i love you. which, of course, i do.

*who was also ridiculously cute. if he had been in the store five minutes more i would have eaten him alive.