Day Four: A New Plan

Of late I've been running over a mile daily, which is quite the turnaround from whenever I could hardly even run a block. People are starting to look to me for advice, saying that I am a natural confident leader. At work one of my co-workers even asks me if he can go to lunch. Daily. It's adorable in a weird way. Everyone assumes that I've worked there for years except for the people that know I have hardly been there two months. I'm not exactly proud to be knowledgable about my Wal-mart, but at least it's something! I'd rather keep my mind off of the fact that I still haven't gotten my job placement yet. Which is acceptable! In other and more innocent news, one of my good friends had her first kiss! Now you may be wondering why a 19 year old girl is just now having her first kiss. I'm wondering the same thing to be honest. She's gorgeous, funny, and extraordinarily brilliant. I offered numerous times to be her first kiss jokingly, but let's be honest here, I really wanted to be quite badly. She's in the Merchant Marines and has been studying at their academy for a year and a half. If it weren't for her I probably wouldn't be going into the military at all. I'd just stay at Wal-mart or something dumb like that.  If I'm to be completely truthful with myself I know that it'd never work out between us anyway. I'm too crass. She's so much like a flower, and I a machine. I'd crush her and her spirit. That cannot happen. At any rate, I have no time for dating. Especially not when she's halfway across the country.

I'm split in several different ways today. I talk on occasion with a fairly famous director. I want to have him help me get to the top when it comes to acting, but I also want a degree, money, experience, time, and not to strain our friendship with such a large request. Sometimes I wish I could jump forward in time.

Anyway! I want to talk about a crazy day I had a week back or so. Try to figure out which of these stories isn't true! 

1. While at work I had a woman climb on the shelves and knock boxes down to spite me because they were "Too fucking far back" and I didn't help.

2. I caught a young man licking the cans for no apparent reason.

3. A woman yelled at a girl for having an epilepsy dog.

4. An elderly woman started dancing and talking about how her nine year old grandchild will probably die soon.

If you guessed all of the above then you're really good at this game! I got written up twice that day without being able to explain myself which is frustrating, but fine with me. It's not like I'll be there long enough for it to matter anyway. Oh yeah, and I'm already quitting. I hate that, but I'm going to Austin to see my family before I go. I think they all need someone to vent to. It's weird to be the family therapist when you're the youngest one.

So long for now,

Dalt

Day Three: Some Time Later

It's been a while. Having a full time job has taken up my time. I feel angry. I don't really want to, but that's not up to me. The thing about being this age is that you get no respect. Not to sound like I'm bitching, because I'm not. People think that if you're from mid-teens to early twenties all that you're up to is causing problems and doing drugs. Obviously I'm doing neither of those things, but that doesn't matter to anyone. I'm the kind of guy that doesn't talk to his family much. That's kinda why I have to vent here. I guess I have a lot to say.
There's a place we find ourselves; in between large life choices. It's like being in the middle of a four way stop. Which way to go? You don't want to go back, forward seems terrifying, but you never know what's off to either side. All of them are tempting, yet I'm unable to choose which route I wish to go down. All it takes is the first step.


So long for now,

Dalt.