ah, synchronicity

So how much of it is actual stress and how much of it is stress made up to keep things sizzling?

One sure way to tell that I'm not quite right is that I can't seem to sleep properly through the night, but neither can I seem to make it through the day without a series of naps (not always possible).

I'm feeling a little less negative about the seasonal disaffect. The possibility of being around people and not feeling like pole-axing them into a waiting mote is rising in my field of view. Though my weekend plans of laundry and shopping being pushed to next weekend may change my p.o.v. right back.

Two fun store things from yesterday:

Putting posters out into our floor display rack I'm trapped out in the middle of the store when someone comes up the stairs. I hate being out from behind the counter when a customer comes in... feels like being caught pulling up your zipper for some reason. Anyhow this gentleman looking a little like this...



...comes right up to me, within about, seriously, a foot and a half and says... not asks... says, "Birdcalls."

So, yeah.

Couldn't help him.


The next incident involved someone I know who works at another record store, of the mall variety. He'd just gotten done explaining how some genius on Sunday had shoplifted a bunch of stuff from his store... Since they're hi-tech they have beepy sensors and all... but the power of the dash is still a force to be reckoned with. He'd just finished telling me the sad tale when a heavily parka'd and back pack'd individual wanders in right next to my friend who says, "Hey man!!" Now this guy knows a lot of people so I figured this must be an acquaintance of his. Parka man asks, "Do I know you man?" To this my friend says, "Yeah you're the guy who robbed my store on Sunday. Are you here to sell what you stole?" There was much redness of face, cover banter about Nazareth vinyl, then slow, sauntering dashing... through the snow, probably