I don't know why I detest Dave Matthews so much. He seems like a culturally sensitive person. I suppose I just really really hate his music and for that look for any fault he may posses. I'm sorry, Dave Matthews.

Only had to work three days this week before my three day weekend. I always think I want to be on my weekend until I get there and realize that everyone I know is working for 10 or more hours a day and won't be able to hang out. I sit around restlessly waiting for someone to get off work only to realize that they have indeed been working around people all day and probably need some alone time. Thus I sit even more restlessly for another two hours or so to make sure everyone has unwound to some extent. I then I go out to socialize pretending to have been busy all day with various activities and hobbies, when really I'm just desperate for the conversation. I hope I don't seem too anxious during this time. I try to keep the drooling and buggy eyes to a minimum.

Anyway, I have a weekend tomorrow and should probably plan accordingly for it. Netflix: check. Book: check. Internet activity time: check. Exercise: hopeful check.

Zara seems to be thoroughly enjoying her time in Africa thus far. Don't tell her but I have been researching items to include in a care package for her. Such simple items such as gatorade mix, hard candy, toothpaste, etc. Africa. Weird place.

That Special Time

It is beginning to look a little bit like Autumn in Yosemite. I'm aware that it is a bit preemptive for the moment. The sky is overcast and the air is cool, but it will be getting back up into the mid 90's before the week is out. Nonetheless, I am thoroughly enjoying today's weather. I have already indulged in a cup of hot soup. I mean, it was hot until the morons in my shop took away my precious eating time with their endless stream of idiotic questions and concerns. Two hours later, my soup was cold. Still ate it and still enjoyed the the ominous autumn glow from outside.

So , the last three days have been a great part of the week from hell on the job. The executives decided this year that the employee appreciation sale would be held from 7pm-11pm at both the sport and mountain shops. Everything in the store at 50% off or more. So in addition to having to get up at 8am only to work through until 11:30pm, I had the pleasure of staging the damn shop and trying to work around a million people clambering about like their tits were about to fall off. It actually wasn't as bad as all of that. We worked split days and the stores were only busy for like an hour, it was just tiring. I haven't had enough sleep this week and have been working many hours. Also somehow haven't managed to shower for like the last four days or so. I don't know how that one happened. I can tell you what I'm planning to do after work today! Warshing my ass out.

Zara is gone. Gone for what will seem like forever. I miss the companionship. Sort of like when you break up with someone and you have to learn how to be solely dependent on yourself again. I don't have anyone to unwind with after work anymore. The plus side is that I can sleep whenever I want or stay up as late as I wish. But that's not much of reward when you are as desperately lonely as I am. Baby's first day without Zara.