Day 100

Day one hundred

February 10, 2013: Yes, oh, I do believe I wrote that correctly. Day one hundred. To think that it has been a hundred days of me writing short entries. Wow. Roughly one third of a year, one tenth of this journey.  And it even happens on a day that is 10.

Day 99

Day ninety-nine

February 9, 2013: Things were crazy at work today. It was extremely busy. It was the busiest that I have ever seen JCPenny here, actually.  And I must have been mumbling today, or by some stroke of fate ended up helping all the deaf people. Ii can't begin to count the number of times I asked, "Will you be paying with cash or card?" and the person either said "Yes," or "No." The annoying thing though was that it was inconsistent as to what the yes and no meant. Yes could still mean paying with cash, or paying with card, the same for no. If the person was paying with a check, they would say, "I'll be paying with a check."

Day 98

Day ninety-eight

February 8, 2013: Colleen is still reading Son of Neptune, and I just finished reading The Enchantress. Whatever will I read now? Well, on the bright side I'm working tomorrow so she'll have most of tomorrow to finish it. The un-bright side is that I'm working tomorrow, and tomorrow is a Saturday. Bleh. I was enjoying my run of non-work filled Saturdays. My hands are kind of cold right now. That makes it hard to type.  

Day 97

Day ninety-seven

February 7, 2013: Today at work, official people visited. They all climbed out of a big white van and invaded the store. There were at least a dozen of them They would stand in the middle of the walk way, talk for several moments in hushed voices, walk ten feet, and then repeat the process. They all ganged up on one of my co-workers. They surrounded her, like completely surrounded her. There she was, right in the middle of an official men sandwich. I couldn't hear what they were saying to her, but later she told me all they wanted to know was where the manager was. Why it took all of them to ask her I don't know. 

Day 96

Day ninety-six

February 6, 2013: I have the house to myself right now. Everyone else is at small groups at church. I love having the house to myself. I don't really know why. It's not like I do anything that I don't normally do when there are other people here. I guess I'm just that anti-social. The cat, Bandit/Leo (yea, the neighbors call him Leo) will not stop meowing at me. I am considering throwing him outside.