I’m having to get creative with my blog titles here. It sort of works. It’s been an interesting few days at work. On Tuesday I don’t think I helped anyone in the store that was under the age of 70. It got me a little depressed. I’ve come to learn a few things about this area. First, living here and being single pretty much sucks, especially if you are gay. It’s not that its unfriendly because like I’ve said before, I’ve never had issues up here with homophobia directed at me even when Jirar and I were out and about together and very obviously behaving like a couple. It’s the age thing. There are in fact young people (when I say young, I mean people my age in comparison to all the other people I see every day who are old enough to be my parents), but I never see these people. They don’t shop in my store. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are virtually no single gay men within my scope right now. All the gays up here are in relationships and running the bed and breakfast’s out in the country that all you straight people book months in advance to stay at. HA.
The other thing that I’ve learned is that there are A LOT of people with problems who make no bones about being as bizarre as possible when they are out in public. I can get past the morbid obesity, the bad haircuts, the full body piercings and pregnant teenage girls with tramp stamps. What I can’t understand however is how some of these people can even manage to get themselves out of bed in the morning and remember to get dressed! These are not the big things that our society is plagued with, it is the simple things that a great number people have simply forgotten how to do! Tuck your shirt in, brush your fucking teeth (or your tooth if that’s all you have), TIE your shoes, wear a BELT! There is nothing worse than seeing a really heavy set man in sweat pants trying to pick up a penny off the ground. You didn’t like that visual either did you? Try seeing it multiple times a day and then draw your own conclusion about the condition of our society.
One more rant: I don’t have kids of my own, hell, I don’t really even pretend to enjoy the company of kids all that much in general (unless of course it’s my nephew) and as it goes, I have very little business telling someone who does have kids how to be a parent. I have only one question though: DO YOU allow your bratty 8 year old boy to jump on your bed with his shoes on? No you say? THAN WHY THE FUCK, are you allowing him to do it on the display beds in my store and WHY are you egging him on?????
Anyhow, I’m also feeling a little old lately. I’m going to be 35 in a month. I’m only 5 years away from being “over the hill” for shit sake. Where the hell did all that time go? What happened to my 20′s? I don’t know, I really don’t mind getting older it’s the shit I can’t do any more that is getting to me…like lifting……..and getting out of bed without leg cramps. I’ve got to wonder how long my body will allow me to do retail, or at least this type of retail. 12 hours a day of being on your feet on cement floors and having to walk across a store that is about a mile across on a frequent basis is exhausting.
OK, so those are my rants for today.
Now, tomorrow should be fun. I’m heading out to the cottage and the entire family is going to pack up and go to the beach (assuming it’s not raining). Apparently Christopher adores water and I need a day in the sun at least once this summer. Should be a good time. I’m slowly getting myself back in gear for writing again on this blog. I know it’s been a slow summer for that. Stay tuned, winter will be here soon and lord knows when the snow flies, NOTHING happens around here so I’ll have plenty of time to write. Cheers!
