The Foggy Dew

(aka Starting Anew and Afresh, But Still Keeping a Wary Eye Out for the Aliens.)

July 26, 2011 - 23:40

Mood: A little tired, but already plotti- ... erm, looking forward to her next adventure.
Music: Does Your Mother Know ~ ABBA
Thought for the Day: If a clean desk is the sign of a sick mind, then what does an organised desk signify?

Just getting some things together for my last shift at the Trade Show. I'm determined to get some major results during my shift. It's difficult being a true Gemini at times ... nothing creates a personal obstacle more than being a Shy Outgoing Person. Or am I an Outgoing Shy Person? You see? I can't even properly classify myself.

I'm not doing as well as I expected, but I don't know what exactly I'm doing wrong. I'll just have to try harder. So far, I have the lowest stats of the team ... I think. Still, I'm better off now than I was before, which was the point of the process. So, tomorrow, I need to gather $400 in orders ... or at least one booking in July. A tight squeeze, I know. And, frankly, a little impossible since I've already been scheduled up to the first week of August. *sigh* Well, here's to hoping that all those catalogues that I handed out will lead to something in the way of improving my finances.

I seem to have lost my Commenting Club ... ah, well. I write this for me, but I do admit that it's nice to get feedback at times.

Speaking of which, I'm no sure if this is a compliment or not, but I was working out the other day and sharing the room with an old man who was very chatty. He also bounced about the weight machine with energy. I remember thinking that he was going to hurt himself. Like many elderly, he had an opinion and advice about everything and anything ... including sex. I have no idea how he steered the conversation that way, as I admit I was only half listening to him., but suddenly he was coaxing me to have an affair with him. He demanded to know if I was feeling hot and feeling an itch, and where was the itch I was feeling? He kept going on about how his wife had no real idea about what he was doing at the moment, and nobody would know. I was still affecting amusement as I bid him goodbye and left the room, but started to freak a little as I got out of sight down the hall. I'm still not sure if I should report him to the office. Thankfully, he never actually touched me. I promise that if he had, the police will never find his balls, and the coroner will be mystified as to the tool used to remove them. He claimed to be 78 ... true or not, he should know better.

Not entirely sure what to add to that.

Looks like I'm going to be a very busy girl at Job #1. The newest schedule to come out has me working four closing shifts out of five. I mean, wow. Hopefully, this will lead to good things. Like paid off credit cards. So I can use them again. LOL!

Speaking of which, I have to go an check my balances.

Good night, and ...
Sweet Dreams!

P.S. By the by ... about Balance ... I'm doing well with mine. It's only slightly off right now, but I feel strong. Grounded, but ready to fly when the situation calls for it. The fire within is lit and crackling merrily, and shines brightly in the darkness. Come. Feel the warmth.