oh dear lord, what a long day its been.
i swear, it was like night of the lonely-i-want-to-talk-people!
wednesday is usually the quietest day of my work week.
i look forward to reading and writing most of the evening.
not tonight though.
it started right about opening time.
a young man, who honestly looked a bit nerdish to me, came in, and confessed to being satan.
i soon found out that he didnt mean "Satan" the father of lies and prince of darkness, but satan the gothic guy that used to hang out where i work. (back when the place was gothic of course)
satan then proceeded in telling me his testimony, about how he went from being a church kid to a luciferian ( i am not sure what a luciferian is. my guess is would be something evil and in the line of lucifer, who is, of course, the devil) and then back to christianity.
now dont get my wrong here. i am not putting down his testimony. he really did go through a lot, and whenever someone comes from being a satanist to a christian its always an interesting story.
exept when its literally a three hour long story!
the only breaks he took were when i had to take orders, and when he went and got pizza from across the street.
he left at about nine this evening (and though i am really glad i met him, i was certainly glad to see him go) as he was leaving chuck came in.
chuck is a musician.
a lonely musician that loves to talk about music.
so i had a lively discussion with chuch about amps for sometime.
our talk, was interuppted frequently by numerous amounts of drunk people wanting to smoke inside our establishment and use our bathroom.
after chuck starting playing some music i got a little bit of reading in, but by then it was time to close.
right at closing, another lonely, talkative regular comes in.
this person didnt seem to care that i was closing.
in fact, i completed closing and he was still here.
forty minutes after closing he was still here.
since he was still here, i had to keep the door open.
since the door was still open people kept coming in.
(the only consolation of this was that a good friend came in and we had a brief little chat.)
the people that kept coming in (minus the above mentioned friend) were either drunk or completly oblivious to us working class people.
door opens
"sorry, we're closed"
them: "what do you want dear?"
"oh, i dont know, maybe a muffin or some coffee"
me: "we are closed"
them: "cappuccino sounds nice"
me: "we are closed"
them: "you know, i dont think i'll get anything, what are you going to get?"
me: "WE ARE CLOSED"
them: "oh, your closed?" (then they gave a look of contempt as if i should have told them earlier.)
so, here it is now an hour after my normal closing time, and i am sitting here trying to not imitate a postal service worker on the next person who wants to tell me about their day.
glad that the day is over.
glad that i no longer need to be social.
oh, wait. i have roomates!
(the remainder of this entry has been censored due to the profanity and violent scenes depicted)
12:41 a.m. - 2003-11-13
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