Sharlene, first day, MC Chris
Right after I dressed for work, Scottage knocked on my door to let me know that Jeremy was outside in a van... with Sharlene... and Sharlene's kid! Whaaaaaat? Yeah! I can't even remember if I was keeping an online diary during that particular era, but Sharlene is a somewhat important figure from my past. I hadn't seen her since, uh, since that past. We had a nice little chat and I gave her some fingernail polish remover. (Oh, and babies? Yeah, they're still weird... and yet...)
Then I went to work, and work was awesome. How's this for an Epic Win: it seems that right after my my interview, as soon as I walked out the door, the store owner said "I've got high hopes for this guy," gathered up all the resumes that weren't mine, WADDED THEM UP, and THREW THEM IN THE TRASH. So, yes, that is pretty great, although I do wonder if I can possibly live up to whatever his hopes are. He wants me to eventually start running the store by myself on weekdays, so here's hoping I can figure it all out soon.
The store is awesome... I mean, it's a retail job, yes, but the store is the exact opposite of all the huge chains I've worked for in the past. For example, they don't have a rule against sitting down at the cash register. I really like the guy I trained with. (How could I not love this: while struggling with the broken display case, he accidentally chipped some of the glass off the side; I picked it up off the floor, saying, "I assume we have a policy discouraging broken glass on the floor." He deadpanned, so well that I actually believed him until the sentence concluded: "Actually, we have a contest; if a child picks up the broken glass and brings it to us at the counter, we give them a free CD and a Happy Meal.") I could go on and on about how great it seems, but I've only worked there one day so far; Tuesday I go in and work alongside the store owner. If I can keep myself from making stupid nervous mistakes (like, ahem, giving somebody $70 instead of $90 change when they use a $100 bill to buy a $10 CD... heh) and remember everything he tells me-- and figure out an affordable way to park downtown-- I'll be golden.
Oh, and I got The Point on vinyl, for two dollars!
After work Brian and I went to San Luis Obispo to see MC Chris... we suffered through the most horrible opening act I've ever seen, no joke; he was so bad I don't even want to waste brain cells describing it. But MC Chris was, as always, "off the hizzle fabliggle," and told many hilarious stories, and was using his awesome legally-suspect backing tracks made from recognizable pop samples. I'm still not entirely sure why I like MC Chris so much, because on paper it seems like something that should annoy me greatly, but then again, a lot of my favorite music is really annoying and unlikely, so hey. Got home, Kempo "tucked me in over the phone" (she does that) with an improvised story about a platypus, and I fell asleep smiling and stayed asleep for ten restful, dreamless hours. Now I'm gonna go pick her up, we're gonna eat bottomless fries, cut my hair and watch some scary movies.
Life is good! (Now I just need to find a way to get more hours at work, or find a side job, so I can justify the purchase of Guitar Hero III.)