Thursday, December 29, 2005

Secret Sentence IX

Below, I wrote a journal entry and in my entry there are Blue words in bold scattered throughout it. The object of the game is to form the correct sentence from the words that I have given you! I will be giving you a dummy word to make it a little more difficult. The people who guess correctly will be put in a drawing of sorts, and the winner gets to have a sentence of their choice in the next "Secret Sentence"! However, the winner cannot guess in the next "Secret Sentence" if they submit a sentence in. I'll post the answer at the end of the week!

Secret Sentence IX: Late Secret Sentence, but a supremely good one that we had yesterday!

Believe it or not, I am actually writing this secret sentence in my paper journal. I just read the last entry in it, and it seems a little gloomy. I feel better now, no clouds of thought in sight. I’m writing this while I’m sitting in my favorite chair (knock on wood). I checked my AOL email from my cell phone. It’s amazing the technology that we have today. I checked to see if Omar sent me his sentence (you know, Secret Sentence VIII winner), well guess what, he did.

Whenever I have to work the morning shift, I never get any sleep the night before. All I do is toss and turn. I think I look at my clock about 20-25 times a night when I have to get up at 7am. If anyone has any tips to knock me out for a good six hours straight email them to me. When I had wrote that last post, I had given up on any sleep. I decided to come downstairs and check my email, and then I think I read one or two journals. While doing this I planned on uploading “Memory of Light and Wave” to my FTP space. It took to long however, and by the time it was halfway finished, I had to run upstairs and grab my things and run for the bus.

Almost missing the bus was yesterday’s big thing. Today was a bit weirder. I don’t know if I ever wrote this, but sometimes I don’t like it when people touch me. I don’t know why, but sometimes when people touch me I feel uncomfortable. I feel like I am being violated and once and awhile I feel chills. I just want to go somewhere and be alone for a time. Today my boss Diane was trying to walk by me to help a customer who was returning bottles. Our service desk is small and cramped with hardly any wiggle room or the ability to move by one another. As she walked by me, Diane said, “excuse me Charles” and then placed her hand on the back of my shoulder. I got that feeling, and I felt edgy and a little moody afterwards. I isolated my self from everyone at work but Shannon. I just want to know, how you politely say to your boss, “Please don’t touch me“?

Okay the two weirdest things that happened to me yesterday (today, the day I am writing this. Are you confused yet?).

Weird Thing #1: Diane’s daughter returned a bottle of basil dipping oil that wouldn’t open. The top kept spinning and spinning and spinning away in both directions, but the never-ending top wouldn’t come off.

Weird Thing #2: Some Idiot/Moron decided that salt and pepper doesn’t belong in the salt and pepper shakers. NO, they thought the best place for the salt and pepper would be in the middle of a roll of paper towels. When I went on my first break, I sat down at a table to put my head down, and as I was doing this I moved the roll of paper towels out of my way. As I was doing this, the roll started spewing pepper out everywhere, followed by the salt. Whoever did this, I am wishing the worst possible torture on you.

My friend and Co-worker Shannon did something for the first time in the 7¾ years that I have been working at my job with her. She doesn’t like doing this, because it makes her feel awkward. Today Shannon didn’t have much choice. I was kind of hoping to see this and just had to convince her to go home and get… Am I teasing…Good! She was scared to go home because, she wasn’t sure if she could leave the store on her fifteen minute break. I had to convince her that this was an unusual circumstance, and make her call the manager on duty. The manager agreed with me and then Shannon went away for a time, but when she came back, she had them… I finally got to see her pair of glasses (yippee). Shannon normally wears contacts, but she left them in her eyes overnight for a few nights, and one of her eyes became infected. She had a contact in her right eye, and none in her left, which is the infected eye. Both of her eyes started bothering her, so I convinced her to get her nemesis and I must say that she looks fine with them on, contrary to what she thinks. She said the same thing about me, and ironically I feel the same about my glasses. I was just happy to see this, because she never wore them outside of her house….Never! Curiosity is such a wonderful thing.

5 comments:

Ari said...

You could politely ask them not to violate your personal space. I have trouble with this too. Sometimes I even pull away from my son for that very reason. I just feel cramped and vulnerable.

Glasses are cool.

And you, my friend, are tagged!

Ari

redsneakz said...

As long as they don't touch you in the morning and then just walk away :-) Seriously, I usually don't mind the One Armed Guy Hug, or the Hand In the Back So I Don't Get My Crotch In Your Ass thing, but there are some people whom I don't like, and if they do it, it totally is an invasion.

Galen Brannagh said...

Oooh, do I get to trump Chuck, 'cause I think he missed it by one word. I am so with you on the personal space - I want one of those alarms like you used to hear on certain vehicles: Step AWAY from the car!

It was worst when I was pregnant with my first child... when the people would just

Touch ME In The Morning, Then Just Walk Away

Complete and total strangers would come up to me in a store, pat my swollen, pregnant belly, and then ask, "When are you due?" I wanted to haul off and hit 'em. If I don't know you, do NOT put your hands all over me, thankyouverymuch.

Great entry, Charles! Happy New Year!

Chelle said...

What song is that sentence from? IT's KILLING ME!

Chris said...

Ummmmmm I like to touch myself in the morning? nah...that's not it

When I Think About You I Touch Myself? nah, that doesn't work either....

Well hell, if I can't be first, at least I had some fun with it, ha ha.