I don't really like having to use the computers here though. I don't feel like you really have privacy because people can just walk up behind you or lean over from their computer to see what you are doing. I'm not looking at anything dirty, but I still don't like it. I also don't like that fact that this kid sitting next to me keeps making noise. And he could just look over here and see that I am writing about him. Now something is smelling like ass and so I'm assuming he farted and that's really gross. It also doesn't help that he keeps moving around so all I can see out of the corner of my eye is what looks like him continually grabbing at himself.
So anyways, work is going well. I am a lumber cashier now it's so much better than being up front. I'm basically on a totally different end of the store so there isn't anyone watching me or babysitting me. And being in lumber I just kind of hang out with boys all day long, which is nothing to complain about. LOL. Plus I don't see Matt (the married guy) hardly ever if I am down there. Just a couple times a week maybe instead of everyday. Which is good because we all know that I turn into the type of girl I hate when I'm around him. The only thing is now, that when we do see eachother, he's extra dirty because he says he misses me, which I fall for every time. Why am I such a sap about him?
I like lumber though. I feel like the little sister with all these brothers anytime something bad happens. For example, I've been having a problem with one of the contractors that come in all the time saying shit to me that he doesn't need to. When some of the guys found out, and found out what it was that he was saying, they all offered to kick his ass. I thought it was totally sweet of them, but I'm weird like that. I told them that I can handle it. Of course, me handling it was taking it to the lumber manager, who looks like a big, scary mob boss because I know that he doesn't like the guy anyway. The guys still want to watch out for me though and so when this customer does come in, I have at least one lumber guy glued to my side till the asshole is gone.
Another thing I like about lumber is that I get to be a lumberdog. I'm just a poodle at this point, or at least that's what Andrew and Jake tell me, but I'm a lumberdog all the same. Actually, I was told the other day that I am working my way up from poodle, but I still have a long ways to go before I am a bulldog.
Claire got a car about a week ago. It's very her I think. It's a 1999 Kia Sephia and its a kind of purply-blue color. She already has it decked out in Tinkerbell.
What else, what else..... I suppose I'm starting something with one of the new lumber guys at work. And yes, he's married. Apperently I can't do it any other way. His name is Brandon and he calls me his work-wife. He actually told Terry (another lumber cashier) yesterday, just joking around I hope, that he was making plans to try and swap the at-home-wife with the work-wife. Terry knows that I like Brandon too so she is totally encouraging him to get a divorce now.
Well, I supppose that is all I have to say for right now, plus my time is almost up on this computer. Bye.