minka

Superficial

Tonight I had a closing shift. I seem to have more work to do and less I'm capable of getting done on those nights. *Someone* admitted that I was cute today albeit in a round about manner, but I was still flattered. It's rare that I get complimented about my looks by someone who isn't a girl or a mouthbreather. So I take what I can get. By the end of the night I was really wishing that I'd worn different shoes. The bastards were killing my feet. Heeled boots and bookstore work do not mix. The whole standing for 8 hours thing can kill you. Despite the fact that Marie seems to have no problem with it, but I like to think she has bizarrely malformed feet with heels that are incapable of touching the ground.

Last night after I wrote my log I went out with Michelle and Ami and Matt to McMenamins in town and we had a good time. Mostly work related gossip, though other gossip as well. Poor Matt, surrounded by such strong minded females he was helpless, forced to listen to us talk about fertility. Course, then he chimed in so I guess we weren't upsetting him that much.

LH came in tonight. God that man is awful. He got a new hairstyle though so his eighties hair wasn't in full effect, though he did have the two-tone thing going on with blonde bangs though the rest of his hair was brown. I swear, his life model is James Spader in Pretty and Pink, but without the sexiness. Just the feathered hair and the creepiness. Luckily he only hit me with a book rather than touching him. I thought the I'm-creeped-out expression on my face might give him a hint. Still it was a pretty good close. Even though GREG was there. I think it's official, EVERYONE at my work now hates him.