Near departure

Hello, me again. I've got 15 minutes to write (minus the time spent checking out customers, but it's a cold, rainy, nasty day, so we're basically dead) while Mary takes a break from the LUMBER/BUILDING MATERIALS cash register.

I can hardly believe I'm in my last few days at Lowe's. I feel almost traitorous, going to their competitor. But hey, they could have given me full-time, so I wouldn't have to look elsewhere.

I can honestly say there are some people I'll miss. Paula, Brenda, "Jersey," Alex, Natalie, Frank, Jim, Phil, John (L&G), Mike, Earl, Maria, etc. But hey, they'll just be across the street.

Charles is wanting to move to Home Depot too, as far as I know. But there's some rule against relatives working in the same store. We'll see...

So, I got an amazing response from my bulk email just a few days ago. (Don't feel left out if you didn't get it - it was just a slightly censored version of my last few journal entries.) Megan, Adam, my mom, Stephanie so far...and I still have family/friends left to forward it to). It makes me feel so loved - and want to write back ASAP. Friday. I hope this urge to write/keep in touch continues for a long time. It makes me feel a lot less self-centered and a lot more extroverted. I've also spoken to Meghan and Brian and Ashley in the past few days - it was GREAT to talk to Meghan! (We talked for an hour, I think - until Charles' parents went to bed.)

A few days ago, I watched a dog show on Animal Planet. There were many cute dogs that I'd love to find out about. (My favorites are still the Golden and Labrador Retreivers - that's what I've grown up with!) And I still want a cat - but Charles is allergic. (But he offered to buy me a $125 ferret the other day. They were adorable, but Charles planned on putting it in the cage with Dufro - our guinea pig. I'm not comfortable with that idea.

I have a whole list of things I want to do/learn/see/experience in life and I never seem to accomplish them. They're really not quite goals, but rather petty little things to do just for the hell of it.

I'm so random.

Well, obviously, I have absolutely nothing to say - I'm still the same Emily you've come to know and love...with a boring life. (But that's why I can write so often.)

Since I'll be starting full-time at Home Depot in the probably a matter of days, you'll hear much less of me (unless I get an equal amount of downtime at Home Depot - doubtful, considering how much business that store does!

Well, that's it. Buh-bye now.

Well, I ended that last entry rather abruptly. Her I am once again at Lowe's, this time "watching the exit door." Great fun. I just stand here, my only jobs being to say "goodbye" to customers, turn off the alarm when it goes off, and report whether anyone walks out the door without paying for something (I'm not allowed to do anything about it - no "Cops"-esque chases). Woohoo.

I know a lot of Johns. John - Victoria's boyfriend. John - in Lawn & Garden. Johns - in Paint. John - in Hardware. I have an Uncle John. And a cousin, Jon-Eric (if that counts). I got sentences in third grade for telling a Jonathan he "had no brain." Are Johns destined to flourish forever?

Ugh. I absolutely hate acne. I mean, I'm no "pizzaface," but I have some stubborn, uncoverable ones that are making me feel so gross today - making my self-esteem plummet.

But enough about me - let's stop being so self-centered, Emily (or is that the point of a diary/journal?).

Yesterday afternoon, I got some horrible news from my mom (and through the day, my friends Meghan, Ashley, and Brian). One of my closest friends in Indiana was driving back to base (she's in the Marines) in her new jeep when she fell asleep at the wheel. From what I understand, she went off the side of the road, and her jeep flipped a couple of times. She's now in the hospital with two fractured knees, though the severity of her injuries is beyond my knowledge. I've got her hospital number and plan on giving her a call to see how she's doing - maybe tonight, if I can figure out what time 10:30 Eastern is in California (7:30?).

This accident took all of us by surprise, but all we can do is thank God for sparing her life - it's so scary to think that Lindsay could be an angel right now...Anyone who's reading this, please send out a prayer for Lindsay. Thanks.

Gosh, what am I supposed to follow that up with? Everything going on in my life seems so petty and inconsequential. I think I'm off - to figure out how I'll manage to call three people I unintentionally told I'd call tonight at the same time (I don't plan well). Adios.