If you sent me a nice text message this week (Toni!) thank you. (I texted back, did you get it?).
If you put a comment in the comment box, thanks (Susan, you rock).
If I’m knitting something for you, rest assured, I am knitting it (Amy, I’m working on your scarf).
I spent my last week and three days before my job started this Monday doing this:
I also took some time to hit up local thrift stores for last minute brooches for the fall show I’m doing, and just to browse. And on the final day, I cleaned my apt. like a crazy person.
After two days of employment, my No. 1 fear of my return to retail came to pass. Excruciating foot pain, accompanied by a little calf pain last night. And I didn’t need my mother constantly nagging me to buy nun shoes to know I had to pony up more than $100 at the old people/ortho foot store for some shoes and support hose. Thankfully, the saleslady helped me to pick some out that are not as institutional as I had feared.
They even had some pink ones I may go back for.
Yes, that’s the “e-reader device” I will be selling. It’s not so bad, except I am in the front of the store, and everyone thinks it’s the information desk. And it’s not. And by information, you know what I mean. “Where’s the bathroom?” “Where’s the local Kinkos?” “Where’s the bodega?”
Where’s my mind?
I like the dude training me, I swan, he is a dead ringer for Les Nessman from one of my favorite old TV shows, WKRP in Cincinnati. Please tell me I am not the only one who remembers this show? Anyway, he’s a direct copy in looks and personality. And fun to tease. But I’m serious; I really like this guy. He’s fun to make blush.
Everyone else is okay, but it takes a freaking village to run this place, I think there are about 50 employees and they come and go so eventually I’ll figure everyone out. I don’t think the asst. manager likes me but I would say that is relative to the world in general. I have my eyes open.
I don’t get two days in a row off, like, ever, and who knows if I will again? I am off today, and then on Sunday. I will get used to all this, I keep telling myself. I don’t know how long this will last, how long I will last. I am playing it day by day. That’s all you can do. If I don’t sell enough of these little things, will they can me? I will save these questions for another day. Right now my biggest concern is that I get Oct. 2 off for my show. I will ask a month in advance and pray. And say it’s for a wedding.
Next Thursday I’m going to see Breathless on my day off at our local art theatre. I am looking forward to an ice cold Coca Cola and some good old Godard on the big screen. As opposed to his new stuff, which is pretty much shite.
Feet don’t fail me now!