A week or so ago, Shauna and I got Chinese food, which, of course, came with fortune cookies. Usually, my forutne is stupid . . . or not even a fortune at all . . . something like, "You care about justice." That's nice and all, but it's not really a fortune, so it's not really all that fun. But the fortune I received last week was very exciting. It said, "The next full moon will bring an enchanting evening." Well, I was bored, and thought it would be fun to see if it came true, so I taped the fortune onto my calendar. August 9 (today) was the date of the next full moon.
All day long, I waited for the enchantment to begin, but it never did--well, at least not in the way I had imagined. Instead, what happened was the following:
I woke up after 4 hours of sleep (up late finishing a project), tired and mad that I had to spend the day working at the mall . . . although thankful for some form of work. It's just that a day spent at the mall is not enjoyable to me anymore. I actually quit my old job at the mall and have been doing temp work . . . but this week, the temp agency has sent me back to the mall to help open a store that contains ugly clothing for women (I'm not going to tell you what the name of the store is, but from this point on, I will be referring to it as "Hispanic Little Boy's.") :) Fortunately, Shauna has also been employed by the temp agency, so she is doing the job with me.
Any excitement that I had about workng in retail again was diminished when I realized we would be spending the entire day sorting, folding, and hanging bras and underwear. I can't even begin to tell you how annoying it is to fold bras and sort them into little drawers . . . for 8 hours straight . . . while listening to Celine Dion and Amy Grant songs from the early 90s. (Sidenote: I had a flashback during Amy Grant's songs "The Lucky One" and "House of Love" of going to her concert in Columbus with my mom and dad. It was at the Polaris amphitheater, and I remember being shocked that Budweiser was a sponsor . . . oh, how I've changed.)
So the least enchanting moment of my day came when I tripped over one of my bra drawers, and went flying through the air into the bras, slamming my leg on the edge of one of the wooden drawers on the floor, causing all 20 people in the room to stare at me (and Shauna to laugh). And tonight, the disenchantment continues as my leg is throbbing and the softball-size bruise continues to darken.
On the brighter side (and perhaps the enchanting side), I did get to hang out with some great people tonight (my cell group) at Southern Sun, where I discovered you can get a half-order of the nachos. (Amazing.) And now that i think about it, Mercy Zenz did lean in to kiss me on the cheek (more like a lick), which was rather enchanting. I felt very loved.
So the lesson is, don't believe the Chinese.
Just kidding. Just don't believe what they write in fortune cookies.
4 comments:
I'm feelin' ya on the Chinese - though I do love that crazy General Tso! On a side note - I've noticed that there are more Mexicans than Chinese at the Oriental buffets - why is that?
P.S. I know you're a big music buff and enjoy trying new things - check out Vienna Teng - I like it and she sounds like she's right up your ally.
My full moon sucked also. I attribute it to my lunacy and being a Picses. We're 80% water you know! Thanks for dinner.
So you worked at a mall store that had ugly clothing for women?
You'll have to be way more specific.
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