the last two days at work have kicked my butt. busy hours full of non-stop activity and frenetic energy. Wednesday night is usually a fun night at work because of the crew i’m with, yet this Wednesday was tense and exhausting. there was something looming in the air and i felt myself anticipating a fight in the lobby, a fire in the building, or at the very least a momentary lapse of server time on Facebook, which would make the customers and clients uber pissy. my friend and i both felt like long tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs with fat people on them in the middle of a thunder storm. sketchy…
today was much the same; go, go, go. see denelle. denelle works hard. see denelle work hard. see denelle roll her eyes at the annoying customer in the lobby. go away, customer. see denelle whisper go away behind the customer’s back. bad denelle. you shouldn’t do that. see denelle flip the bird at whoever tells her she shouldn’t do that. now see denelle head home, excited about her favorite after school snack. can you say MARGARITA?
the accidental happiness part of today was after picking up my sis from work, and when we stopped to get gas. see, by then i’d used up all the rational juices in my brain and was working strictly off of the nine-year-old juices i have in storage. in other words; i got real little. too much people, too little sleep – suddenly i couldn’t drive anymore and was talking like a drunk elementary school child. Bodhi took the wheel. whew.
and while she was putting the pump hose into the car, i went in to pay for the gas. now, you know how gas stations usually are. unless you live in a hippy city where you all use bikes and group public transportation like trolleys. or Amigos. but most gas stations smell like this: gas. burnt hotdogs that are on some heat rotator. gross slices of greasy crap that is supposed to be pizza. old nacho cheese. bad coffee. whino. cigarette. if you’re lucky Kevin Smith. but not this station. as soon as you walk into this station, you take a deep whiff and smile. why? ‘cause they have giant monstrously sized incense sticks at their counter, 3/1.00! ‘butterfly garden’. ‘nag champa’. ‘vanilla’. loads of yummy flavors that infuse the whole building with a headshop vibe while you fill your car with expensive oils from dead, extinct animals at an outrageous economy killing price. awesome!
but getting to pick out three yummy flavors made me skip and dance (i was still about nine at this point you know) and i felt like i’d just picked flowers (this because they were so long and tall, and cause i was still about nine) and my little inside was so happy…well, when was the last time spending one dollar made you dance around and sing? yeah. so there’s my a.happy moment.
i wonder what the clerks were thinking?