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Problemless with problems
by Rebel Leader
Location: Where angels lose their way...
Age: 22    Sex : M
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Senzu......... beans......... 10/21/2002
Ouch, my left arm is KILLING me! Well, then I would be hurting and not my left arm if it was literally killing me, but you've heard the expression enough to know what I'm meaning... I hope. Well, it's not hurting so much right now, but it was. I suppose it's my fault, though, since I decided to use my responsibility of pushing carts as an opportunity to work out. So, an average day would be working from 3 to 11:30 pm. From 3 to 5, I use solely my left arm, except for manuevering carts out of a tight spot. Then I go on break, and from 5:15 to 7 it's my right arm's turn. Lunch time after that, which is an hour. So then from 8 to 9:30 it's time for my left arm again, and from 9:30 to when I get off at 11:30, my righty's doing the work. At the end of the day, my wrists and triceps ache. The pushing part isn't the hard part, it's the turning. Pushing is mainly my legs, turning is my arms, but I suppose in the long run I'll benefit from it.

But today I came in and the carts were actually full inside, despite Josh opening, but the parking lot was still a mess. And for some reason, it took me a lot longer to clean up the parking lot than it did yesterday. Maybe because I wasn't feeling up to par. At the end of the night, Brian sent Cree, Mark, and Steven to help me do carts since there were so many to do, and I heard Steven telling Mark how it's because I wasn't working. That kinda ticked me off since I was out there any chance I got trying to make up after the previous stockman. Then Mark and Steven went back inside before it was done. Cree stayed until it was finished and she of course was nice about having to help, and I thanked her for it.

Bethanie likes David, I can tell. David used to be a stockman, then he was a cashier, and now he does overnight maintanence. I talk to Bethanie once in a while and I've given her snacks before, too, but he said he gets a hug from her every day almost and she goes and talks to him but only responds to me if I say something. And from what he told me, I've put more effort into finding time to talk with her. She just likes him for some reason, and he said he really really likes her, but he has a girlfriend, and their baby for that matter. He has talked to me about what I think of him asking Bethanie for a kiss. I told him it's his life, do whatever he wants.

Oh, I saw Amy (she went to my school) at Wal-Mart. She is soooo cute! She's always happy, too, and we talked in the parking lot a while about relationships and junk, and she told me about how she almost got married but it didn't work out, and it took her a year to get over him but met someone else who's friendship is much better than hers with her fiance. I told her really brief about the people I've liked and some whom I like now. I guess right now there really isn't anyone. Bethanie doesn't really interest me as much, Elisabeth has a boyfriend, Tracy has a fiance, Kelli doesn't like me that way, plus lives too far away (I'm not saying I like all these people, I'm just saying that they're not available IF I liked them), Carly isn't looking for anyone, Cree... I don't know about her, but she's definitely closer to several other people, Heidi is engaged, plus she lives too far away... and I guess I don't really want to go out with any of them. It would seem weird dating any one of them... it would seem weird dating ANYONE... so, yeah, whatever. You may all wake up now, I'm done. :P

 
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