Friday night, unrelated topics.
Jul. 24th, 2009 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredYou know how some days feel improbably long? Today was kind of like that. I managed to commit a really big screw-up by going to the wrong register when I was on back-up duty. About fifteen minutes before they paged all the back-up cashiers to their registers, the front end supervisor called back to footwear to tell me that they'd moved my till to register 5. I'd originally been at 1. When I got called, I went straight to 1 and was getting ready to hand the customer her change... when the register wouldn't open. And then I remembered that I was at the wrong one, and I had to call some people and then we had to recalculate the money I had.
And then I came home and walked the dog, only to be followed by this dog I had never seen before (it looked like a border collie and it didn't have on a collar, and although it seemed friendly enough, Pepper kept growling at it and I wasn't about to try and break up a potential dog fight) and to come home and discover I'd been bitten by a mosquito on my cheek.
That was fun.
One of my friends from work invited me to this party that's on for tomorrow night, and while I want to go (because I never really do much on weekends besides work and sleep), I'm also... ridiculously apprehensive about it. The last time I went to a party-type thing was on Halloween, when I tagged along with a friend of mine to a club, and I got seriously uncomfortable when I realized that A.) I was overdressed and B.) I was suddenly terrified to be there, so I took off after being there about a half-hour and came home and went to bed. I never got invited to parties in high school, save for one freshman year, and that was tame and it was this girl's birthday party and they had karaoke and I knew almost everyone there. I've just never been to a party like you see in a movie, where everyone is drinking and so on. And the idea of being at one appeals to me, 'cause, well, I Want to Be Normal, but at the same time, it brings out anxiety like whoa, because I am massively socially dysfunctional. And it means that I have to at least seem like a functional twenty-three year old who parties and drinks, and... I'm not. I am awkward as hell and I hate super-loud music unless I'm at a concert, and I don't drink and I'm a terrible dancer.
So while other people would be all, WHOO YEAH AWESOME about this, I am overanalyzing it. I know three other girls who are going, but still. I am afraid I will have an "Oh God, I want to go home" episode again and I'll get embarrassed.
But I digress. One day, one day I will go to Comic-Con. And by "one day", I hopefully mean next year.
And then I came home and walked the dog, only to be followed by this dog I had never seen before (it looked like a border collie and it didn't have on a collar, and although it seemed friendly enough, Pepper kept growling at it and I wasn't about to try and break up a potential dog fight) and to come home and discover I'd been bitten by a mosquito on my cheek.
That was fun.
One of my friends from work invited me to this party that's on for tomorrow night, and while I want to go (because I never really do much on weekends besides work and sleep), I'm also... ridiculously apprehensive about it. The last time I went to a party-type thing was on Halloween, when I tagged along with a friend of mine to a club, and I got seriously uncomfortable when I realized that A.) I was overdressed and B.) I was suddenly terrified to be there, so I took off after being there about a half-hour and came home and went to bed. I never got invited to parties in high school, save for one freshman year, and that was tame and it was this girl's birthday party and they had karaoke and I knew almost everyone there. I've just never been to a party like you see in a movie, where everyone is drinking and so on. And the idea of being at one appeals to me, 'cause, well, I Want to Be Normal, but at the same time, it brings out anxiety like whoa, because I am massively socially dysfunctional. And it means that I have to at least seem like a functional twenty-three year old who parties and drinks, and... I'm not. I am awkward as hell and I hate super-loud music unless I'm at a concert, and I don't drink and I'm a terrible dancer.
So while other people would be all, WHOO YEAH AWESOME about this, I am overanalyzing it. I know three other girls who are going, but still. I am afraid I will have an "Oh God, I want to go home" episode again and I'll get embarrassed.
But I digress. One day, one day I will go to Comic-Con. And by "one day", I hopefully mean next year.
