Thursday, August 28, 2003
at 9:13 PM
I went to bed around 3:00 a.m. and arose around 5:30 to prepare myself for this long day, which is now almost concluded. I thought I scheduled a Call-A-Ride appointment for this morning at 6:28, but I sat in Pam and Chris' driveway over an hour (I read Harpo Speaks! as I waited) before my ride arrived. The driver claimed she (the vehicle) broke down. Oh, well.
I only arrived about seven minutes late to my 8:00 a.m. intermediate algebra class, which tempted me to slumber as I sat through my instructor's lesson on how to multiply, divide, add, and subtract fractions. We also learned the order of operations for the upteenth time since fifth grade. Oi weh. But I suppose this existence beats struggling through college algebra without all the background I need. My instructor appears to be approximately twelve years old. He patiently answers questions and ensures that everyone understands the material before he proceeds. Das ist gut.
Still, had I foreseen the material we covered, I would have forgone attending this morning's session in favour of sleep, of which I deprived myself last night. I was too tired this morning to shower; I washed my head in the kitchen sink (with the spray nozzle, fun-fun). I tried phoning in my appointments to get to school next week, but the operator never answered the line. Argh.
My ride dropped me off at work twenty minutes early, so at 9:40 I walked across the plaza to McAlister's Deli, which does not open officially until 10:30 a.m. However, the manager graciously accomodated my need for a roast beast sandwich, because several staff were available, working in the kitchen already on catering orders. Ausgezeichnet, I thought to myself.
My managers scheduled me to unload the truck and process merchandise in the stockroom, but the lady (Mickey) at the service counter paged me every fifteen minutes to back up on register when ready-to-pay customers inundated Jesse, the older gentleman at register one. I sold several diabetes shoes, which I taped to the service counter before my shift ended at 4:00.
I departed Marshalls and headed across the plaza for an ice-cold caffeine fix from Starbucks, where I would never be caught dead if I still lived in Katy. Since no one here knows me, anyway, I can safely yuck it up with the yuppies and only feel guilty about the inordinate amount of currency I wasted to maintain an urbane appearance that exists only in the suburbs of metropolitan areas across the United States.
I altered my original intent (to waddle straight home) in favour of perousing the dollar store, a Hollywood Video, and a Shop-And-Save. The dollar store yielded no results. I made no hits at the video store, either. I saved my dough for Shop-And-Save, buying shampoo, conditioner, Nutrigrain bars, and birthday cards.
I then walked back down part of the way I came in order to consume ravioli in an Italian restaurant, called Massa's.
