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No, really, I did. I was running late for work today, because I hadn’t reset my alarm and it went off an hour late. I then had about fifteen minutes to get up, go to the bathroom, get dressed, get myself presentable, and walk to work in another ten. Oh, and I had promised my boss that I’d bring her some lemonade (apparently I make it better than she does), so I’ve got to run back in the house, put the gallon jug in a bag, and then walk to work. I’ve got my iPod, and I’m in a rush.

I was about five feet away from him when I looked down and saw him… this angry looking, poofy, tail-straight-up skunk. Five feet in front of me. On my side of the road.

Whoa! I crossed the road fast… didn’t even look to see if a car was coming (thankfully, there wasn’t, or I’d have more problems on my hands than an angry skunk!). He kind of kept bristled and watched me walk by (by this time I had not only crossed the road but gone off the road into the trees… just trying to get away from him), and then when I was a safe distance away, he disappeared into a culvert and was gone.

Actually the whole walk to work today was weird. About fifteen feet down the road, I was calmed back down enough that I was back to enjoying the music. I glanced up at a branch that was right next to the road, higher than my head… and I see this owl, just sitting there. He was huge! I mean, he was probably a foot and a half, just sitting there in this tree.

To top it all off, there were these five, brown, yappy chihuahua puppies or something in the next front yard… jumping around and making general pests of themselves. All of this in one block. By the end of the block I was wondering what Disney movie I had walked in to. It was just… odd.

Edit: I walked the same way home today after work, and I’ve got an update. The gigantic owl? It was a statue. In a tree.

It looks a lot bigger in the dark, too.

• No matter how much you like him, the fan club is not an option. Seriously, it’s totally a turnoff. Even the most egotistical boys (which he was not) does not want five pre-teen girls chasing after him.
• Just because you could coast through once does not mean you can do it again. I found out in eighth grade that you can’t always coast through classes, even if you’ve done it all your life. I got my first and only F in Health that year.
• No normal guy can resist a notebook he sees three girls passing around. He will steal it. He will take it into the men’s bathroom at church. And he will read it.
• It is unwise to pass an entire weekend in the middle of nowhere with nought but a board game. You will start playing the game in ways it was never meant to be played. Happy T-dancing will ensue.
• Just because they say they’ll keep in touch does not mean that they will. When you move, life moves on without you.
• Sometimes you judge too quickly and ruin a good friendship. There’s one of these in particular that I botched… and badly. Holier-than-thou is never attractive, and it always comes back to bite you in the butt.
• Guys will say anything to get out of… well, anything. No more explanation needed!
• First impressions stink. Because your first impression can be a hateful one, and you’ll grow to be inseperable best friends.
• Enjoy high school while it lasts. Seriously, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. High school rocked. Stress and all.

I think I’ll add on to this some more later!

Edit: I never got a chance to add onto this… but Linda Belle did.

I’ve spent the last couple of days wishing I had another job. Isn’t that bad? I mean, I do like my job. I like that it’s in walking distance, I like my managers (well, two and a half out of four isn’t bad), I like being one of the people that has been there the longest (only two part-time people have been there longer than me, and I’ve been there seven months), I like knowing how to do everything, the pay isn’t bad, and I get lots of hours.

What I am tired of is everyone always complaining about everyone else, and just nothing going right in general. All week, the morning crew people have had to leave early so that they could come in at night to cover for the night crew. Managers are complaining about the other managers not doing their job. One old lady is griping about the other old lady, who in turn is griping at her.

All of this wouldn’t be so bad except for the fact that I’m emotionally tired from dealing with customers. See, part of our store involves fast food, for those of you who don’t have a Braum’s near you. Fast food customers are the rudest, most impatient people on the face of the earth. Who cares that they’re getting their food ten minutes ahead of someone at a real restaurant? They had to wait a full four minutes to get their food served to them. Seriously, fast food customers are downright rude, and as the person on that register, day in, day out… I’m feeling drained.

And if I had a car and a liscense, I don’t know how long I’d stick around. My ideal job? Well, probably in a book store or the library or the local college (like LB) or anything like that. Just a bit slower-paced, and around people who aren’t so crazy and rushed and stressed and demanding and… well, just outright stupid!