'As D.J.'s smile turned up, Kathy's smile turned down. She followed up after him, grumbling to herself. "He doesn't like money. He doesn't worry about time. He never watches television. Why is he always so happy?"' (Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down)

Jaci Velasquez, Center of Your Love

The Good...
I got to train tonight. Another night of molding an impressionable mind. *insert evil laughter here* Except...since she's already worked at a Chili's, there's not much to teach her. Ah well. ^^
I also got two art commissions, one from Greg and one from Debbie. Greg's is easy enough--he wants to make an ingraved coin, but the image he wants to use is blurry, so he's asking me to redo it. Fun.
As for Debbie's--ooo, you might want read on. It's the section after this next one.

The Bad...
Think I got allergies. Not sure. I've been having coughing fits all day. What's rather embarrassing is the other servers kept coming over to me, saying, "Are you ok?" I wish people would not do that. For one, I'm coughing too hard to answer. For another, I just don't like the attention. I don't like other people to see me...I dunno...*shrug*...in a weak moment? Bah! heh heh.
I did get a little scared when I had one of the coughing fits and actually had to sit down--was feeling rather dizzy. Naturally, everyone got all flustered and concerned. I love that people care, but again, just give me a moment and I'll get back to what I was doing. Honest.

My other problem is that I think I'm losing touch with Jenna. She's been my closest IRL female friend outside of the house, and she's helped me grow a lot in the past six months, answering questions both easy, hard, and really embarrassing. Our schedules haven't really been kind about letting us go walking together as of late. This past week, she just keeps talking about another co-worker. And yeah, I'll admit it--I'm jealous.
"Oh, me and Jane are going to go walking now every other day."
"Jane and I have the same shirt size, so we can trade off!"
"Jane did this!"
"Jane did that!"

...murple...
It's stupid, really.

She was kinda quiet Tuesday night. I'm a little hurt that she never called me today. It's been a habit of hers to call me on Thursday afternoons when I get done working so we can go for lunch before I have to be back on again for the evening. It seems like ever since "Jane" had to call me up about a problem the store had Tuesday night, Jenna's been keeping her distance.
Or maybe I'm just too boring. Too naive. Too self-conscious.
Bleck. *curls up with her favorite stuffed tiger* I dunno...it just hurts when your close buddy doesn't seem to be paying attention to you. That's been bugging me for the past few days.

...and the Really Really Bizarre
The Lord has done a lot of strange things in the time He's shared with me, but teaching me divine patience with the subjects He uses...OY! Heh.
One Word: Debbie!
I'm actually happy with her right now. ^_^ Actually, I always am--when it's person Debbie, not manager Debbie.
OK, so the really really Bizarre story for today, also known as How Ginny got her other manager commission:

We have three tvs in our store, all located in the bar area. Each one is usually tuned to CNN or ESPN or Fox News. Anyways, this infomercial for a kitchen tool that creates meatballs came on. Debbie stared at it, her eyes lighting up like a 5 year old at Christmas.
"COOOOOOOOOL!"
Too funny. I couldn't help but laughing. She's a classic informercial nut, "tell me moooore! Ooooh, give me the phone number so I can order five!"
Well, on the other tv, there was an infomercial for an exercise machine--one of those deals where you're walking, but there's a step for each foot, and one step swings forward while the other one swings back.
And THEN (there's a point to this, I swear!) Eric brings in a box of doughnut holes. Debbie shrieks in comedic panic. "Get them away! GIVE ME ONE! Noooo, Eric, take them--GIMME THEM NOW!"
"Debbie, NO!" I cried out. "Think of the meatballs!"
Don't ask me where that came from. But it was freaking hilarious.
"But doughnut hole--" Debbie pouted.
"Debbie," I warned, "if you eat those, you'll have to sacrifice the money for the meatball maker and spend it on the swingy thingy instead." (Aren't you amazed at our grasp of technical lingo?)
"But..."
"Debbie, won't you please think of the meatballs?"
Pure, unbridled laughter. Too too funny.

So later, Debbie takes a broom and is brushing all the dust from the vents. I watched for a moment, then commented, "Debbie, Warrior Duster!"
"Huh?"
"Eh, bad Xena: Warrior Princess joke."
It was so stupid we just had to laugh.
"Wait wait wait!" I nearly shrieked. "I can see this! Debbie, dressed up as Xena, but in a Warrior Duster fashion!"
Debbie's eyes did that light up thing again.
"Yeah, you have a glass cleaner spray bottle in a thigh holster, a rag hanging off your belt, the broom is your weapon, and--and--" I peered at her. "Do you want a cape or no?"
"You're going to draw this?"
"Yeah, why not? Cape?"
"Sure, why not!"
"Ooo, and one of those meatball thingies to destroy all the dustbunnies you run into!"
More oh-my-gaw-it's-so-stupid-that-it's-just-too-funny laughter. I'm going to be busy this weekend. ^_^

Assuming I can get off this allergy kick first. :-|
But today was fun! ^_^