Evenscry’s Weblog

I need a vacation, I think.
I’ve been sick for a few days, and that always puts me into this gloomy, Eeyore sort of mood. However, it really just gets me on my toes, puts me in the moment of when I will escape from all this ridiculousness. I feel like I am surrounded by negativity. I foster much of it myself, I suspect. It’s hard, though, when you work with the public, and then also work with others who work with the public. I think that it all instills this general disgust, this irritation, this dislike of people and the world around you.

I do have to say that for every nasty person, I could name you ten or more nice ones.
I’m just tired, and fed up.

I’m tired of the drama at my job. (It’s just a bookstore, people.)
My café manager, Thor, is going to a different store to try to clean up their messes. We are getting someone new, but he is someone with whom I am acquainted. We shall call him Punk.

Punk is cute, charming, intelligent and nice. I think that he’s fully capable of being our manager. I think that he will win everyone over in time. I think that it is a shame that our fellow café employees are probably going to judge him mercilessly until he finally gets comfortable. I think that it’s awful that by the time that he finally gets comfortable that he will be moved to another store, just like Thor.

Dang it all.

And yes, I’m sad that Thor is leaving, but really…We can’t do a thing about his leaving. We can visit him at his new store.

Igor will miss him tremendously, and is now going to hate the store more than he already does. (Igor, who is so dissatisfied at work that he attempts to get some of my coworkers canned.) Alas. With whom will Igor discuss World of Warcraft and other nerdy things? (Yes, he can still talk about The Dresden Files and Dork Tower with me, but role-playing and video games ain’t my bag, baby.)

I get to close with Thor tonight. I’ve never done that before, and this will be my last shot. Oh, the anticipation.

I just want to somewhere warm and dry and sunny and practice some yoga and drink some smoothies and eat fruit. Alone would be good. I’m tired of people.

I’m even tired of Peter, a little bit, even though I feel as though we’re getting closer.
Maybe I’m just afraid of getting closer to Peter, given how many times I’ve deluded myself into a broken heart.

I should probably go lay down for a moment and then get ready for work.
I promise not to intentionally cough in anyone’s face.