It’s not that I don’t really like jewelry, I mean, what girl doesn’t like jewelry? I just HATE selling it. The thing is that I have no idea what I am talking about. People come in looking for GIA certs, and semi-mounted bezel sets with emeralds, and I just go, “Whu?” I have no idea what I am trying to sell. Most of the time I just do watch repair, because I taught my self to do that. I can do batteries and all that good stuff; so if you ever need a battery, call me.
Right. So when I am there at the store for maybe, oh, more than five hours? I start to get cabin fever. There is only so much you can do in a jewelry store, and I’ve practically done it all. Most of the time I work nine to six, that’s nine hours. It’s DEATH. So my the fifth hour, I’m wearing all of the platinum jewelry and dancing around the store singing the Yani music that is on, since my dad is trying to go for a ‘new-age’ feel. I’ll give you new age. New age is when you let your daughter work at Barns & Nobles, where she REALLY wants to work, because you get good discounts on books.
Yesterday I wasn’t really happy. And then my dad spring this stand out on me, and told me we would be there for an hour tops. Three hours later, I staggered home, totally drained and exhausted and craving chocolate. I did meet this kid named Jon at the standout, and he was pretty cool. We talked for a while, and then he gave me his screen name. At first, I was like “what am I supposed to do with this?” and then I clicked, and I went, “oh, got ya.”
Since I was on the warpath yesterday, dad decided that I needed to see a movie. The listings showed a nine fifty of the Bourne Supremacy, so I was all game for that. We get to the theater, and turns out there is no Bourne Supremacy at nine fifty.
It was at this point that my day couldn’t have gotten any worse, and if there were some sharp pointy objects near me, I more than likely would have thrown them.
We went and saw I, Robot instead. It was just starting, and all we missed were the previews, but I was still bummed because that’s the best part of any movie. Other than that small set back, the movie was good. It was sort of like a Will Smith Minority Report, and I love that movie. Shia LeBeuf was even in it, making the movie even better. So my day ended well. When I got home at eleven thirty, I was all happy and wish that I had been in that kind of mood earlier in the day, like right around lunchtime.
Today I’ve got to pack. I’m leaving Friday to volunteer at a camp for a week, so that should be good. Actually, that’s a lie. I am not looking forward to this AT ALL. I am still trying to figure out why I signed up for this. So what if I can get all of my community service hours in this one week? I would much rather be doing that at the library.
The only thing that is going to get me through this next week is the prospect of seeing Mr. John Mayer and the wonderful Maroon 5 when I get back. If only next week were now.