Doodled at work in red pen. Out of absolute boredom, cause I was on break and it was hot and I was tired. I went though, at least, five sheets of paper before I could draw something halfway decent. Her hips aren't big/round enough. They're too flat on the left side. Ah well. :P
So, made it to work. Even though I wound up leaving the house late cause I had to feed Taylor. Got downtown -just- as the bus got there. And I didn't get lost walking the rest of the way to work. Plus, there were cremesticks waiting for me. Yum.
After work, I rode with Joanna, cause she was taking Margeurite (sp, I can never remember how to spell her name) to put in an application at some daycare place. I took one just to humor Joann. I have no intentions of having to go though all the classes and shit you need to have (and pay for) in order to work there. Plus, I hate kids. So there.
Got to stop at the mall and talk to Tony, too. There's still two open positions, so I'm hoping I made a good, responsible impression by -going to the store- and asking if they'd filled them yet. So...yeah. I really want the job, cause it's something I know, and I know the people there and I think I'd do really well, cause I get along with everyone there. And I like movies and stuff, and I'm pretty knowledgable with them. And what I don't know I'll gladly learn. So..I hope.
Even though I -know- I shouldn't be hoping for anything. Cause everything goes wrong when I hope. It always does. Don't ever get my hopes up about anything. I don't do well when it crashes down around me.
Also, the church subject was brought up at work. See, I work at a thrift store that's owned and run by St. Vincent de Paul, which is part of the Catholic church. So, pretty much everyone that works there is elderly and goes to church on a regular basis. Well, Margeurite was reading some god thing on the wall, and she said she hadn't been to church in a long time (for certian reasons I don't need to say here). I agreed, and said I hadn't been to church in -years-. The one woman who works there was like 'what's your excuse?'. Margeurite told her why, then she asks me. And I'm like 'I just don't do the whole religion thing' and left it at then. Then she goes on saying how she doesn't feel right if she doesn't go to church and so on and so forth. Eh. Religion's not my thing. If you're gonna think less of me for that then it's your loss. Although, that didn't happen, but I'm always prepared for it. :P
I also discovered that we have a Cajun resturant in Struthers called the Blue Wolf Tavern. I'll have to look into it. Yesyes. TJ will be pleased. :D
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