I went into Receiving to put some cardboard into the bailer, and I passed this guy working in there and he said, "Hey, he looks like Anakin!" The lady who was by him looked at me and said, "Yeah, with his hair." I looked at them kinda funny, and she added, "That's a good thing." I asked if they meant young Anakin or older. The guy's like, "No, we're talking Episode 2 here. Not 7 year old." I'm like, "Good."

A little later, this lady about 30 years old came in and asked where our oil is. I said I would show her and I led the way. I decided to be a little funny, and ask if she wanted vegetable oil or car oil and I laughed a little, but I also asked just in case she didn't mean car oil. She said car oil, and that she had a leak in her car, and the joke didn't seem funny to her at all. I told her how my dad's car was in a newspaper ad and we bought it. It said 69,000 miles on it, but in reality it had 169,000 miles. It had an oil leak and just got a radiator leak. It changed hands 4 times before it got to us, and all of it was unrecorded. The dealer had no proof the car was even purchased! She said her situation is worse. She has to make it to San Jose, California in her car, with her 2 sons and she only has $20. She didn't know how she would make it. She said her boyfriend just left her for some bitch and left her without money. She was saying stuff at how stupid and worthless he is, and I said I don't understand how people can be like that, just leave someone like he did and be mean to them. She found the cheapest oil and then was headed for the checkout counters when I said, "Listen, how does $10 sound? (I had $12) She said either "that would be really nice", or "that would really be helpful". I don't remember which. I gave it to her and she thanked me. Then she mentioned again how she doesn't know how she will make it with her sons, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. :( I felt so bad. I wished her a safe trip and she said to pray for her. I felt really good about giving her the money, since I sure as heck can't think of anything better to do with it!

Later I had my sunglasses on and Greg came and said, "C'mon Slim Shady, let's do carts." I'm like, "I thought I was Anakin," and he said, "Oh yeah." I told him about the 2 other people who called me that and he said he beat them to it, since he had called me "Anakin" before. I said I thought it was because I was looking at Star Wars posters, but he said it was 'cause I kinda look like him too. I said, "I thought you said I looked like a Dragon Ball Z character." He said, "You do. You look like a mix between Dragon Ball Z and Anakin. You're Dragon Ball Anakin... Dragon Ball A!" We both had walkie-talkies on and one time he said, "Stockman Anakin." I started to pick up to answer, but when I heard "Anakin" I put it back on my pocket and looked at him who was right by me doing carts, too. Grrr. He said that's what he's going to call me from now on.

At 3 I clocked out, and I was getting something to eat when Linda asked if I was on break. I told her I'm off and she said she has me until 4. I told her a CSM told me until 3, and we had a little discussion with the CSM and she claims to never have told me that. But why would I lie just to work an hour less? I want all the hours I can get. It was a misunderstanding and I didn't get in trouble, thank goodness. I talked to Carly since she had just come in, and she was tired and didn't want to be there, so I kept her company. I left around 4 to catch the bus.

There are 2 buses that come by Wal-Mart: bus 66 and 67. 66 is already heading back to the Eugene Station by the time it gets to Wal-Mart, whereas 67 goes to the mall, and other places first. I was walking up and saw bus 66 leave. Great, that means 66 comes again in half an hour. I knew that the next bus to come would be number 67. I asked the guy what time it was and he said 4:23. I looked at the times posted and bus 67 comes at 4:26. Okay, that's better than waiting 30 minutes for a shorter ride on bus 66. Well, it didn't come within 3 minutes, in fact I waited about 10 minutes and no bus. I thought maybe his watch was off, and the next one would come at 4:56. I went to the bus stop for 66 and the next one was at 4:53, plus this one was a shorter ride. After another 10 minutes, bus 67 came by! I'm like "WHAT?" 66 is supposed to come by 3 minutes before 67 does. Well, after another 10 minutes bus 66 finally came.

At the Eugene Station, I saw that the last bus that goes to Junction City, bus 95, had just left. Oh well, I needed to go to the bank to cash my paycheck anyway. I rode the 51 bus that left at 5:30 to Santa Clara where my bank was. I got there at 6. Guess what? The bank closes at 5:30! Well, the only thing to do now is wait 30 minutes for the next 51 bus, since that one takes me the closest to my house besides the 95 which takes me right by my house. The closest 51 takes me is 6 miles from my house, so I would have to walk home while I waited for my mom to come by and pick me up when she could. Only problem is, she doesn't know I missed the bus so she wouldn't come get me and I would end up walking the whole 6 miles, when it's getting dark. I decided to ride the next bus BACK to the Eugene Station and play DDR a little since I had some time to kill, then call her. Well, my mom was at Andrea's award ceremony and wouldn't leave until it was over, which meant I would have to ride to the bus stop that's 6 miles from my house and walk for an hour until she came. As it turned out, I enjoyed the walk and it allowed me a lot time to myself for once and I could think of something that I needed to think out. I had just about thought it all out when my mom came by and picked me up. What a day!