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This is a long one, so put on your reading glasses.

We'll focus on Saturday, being the most interesting and complex day I've had in a while. Work started at 9 am on Saturday, so I was up by 6:15 to catch the bus on time and all that jazz. I was wearing my nice new merlot colored shirt, my dark vintage boot fit jeans, and my kickass black heeled shoes. I love them so. So I was feeling pretty good about myself just from my outfit.

Work was all right. I was in women's denim as I usually am on Saturdays. There was a new guy working and he got stuck as my buddy. And Sassy was working in women's as well with me. She can be fun, but MAN is she ever agressive. She's more butch than I am. It was fun either way. And I guess the first weird part of the day was when these...teeny bopper girls, like no older than 12 or something come up to me, one holding two pairs of jeans in her arms. She walks right up to me and holds them out. I'm like: You don't want these? She shakes her head and her friend giggles. So I take them and put them on my cart and they walk away, giggling and looking back. Sassy sidles up next to me and says: I think they thought you were cute.

EWW. I felt so weird. I didn't know what to do with that. It's just so....strange for me to have a female, no matter the age, hit on me or find me attractive. Tis just weird. So of course I have to go and tell Michelle and I do. She laughed at me. So did the girl in the fitting rooms. Then at some random point Sassy told me that I have perfect hair and I looked so groomed. Apparently even my unshaved face looked trimmed, which it wasn't. Sometimes I just don't shave for days and that's how it grows in.

It was kinda cool though, the nice comments. I was already feeling good about myself and this just boosted my confidence more. Lately my self-consciousness about my appearance has been dwindling though. I've learned to accept my image more and more. It's good. It's progress.

The rest of my work day went very well. It was one of those days where I felt accomplished. Most customers were very friendly on Saturday, and were very grateful for my help. Even when I was in men's denim, some guys, not much older than me, were very nice and talkative and thanked me. That's not very usual, so it felt great. I'm getting much better with the talking to random strangers and being myself with them. I don't put up a sales front and try to get them to buy things. I'm just honest with them. I give them my real opinion of what I believe will work. I feel it's more effective and they trust me more for it. So it's great. I think this is the first REAL positive experience I've had with retail. My last stint at the Gap didn't go so well. Neither did my time at Swatch. But now....it's going very well. And I actually like it there. The people are awesome and the employees, even managers, are fun and friendly. So I'm definitely liking it there.

I left work right after six. I had to go to Passaic and meet up with Karina cause she wanted to hang out. So did Jessica. So after meeting up and all that shit, we just hung out at my house for a bit. Karina was all stressed out, having panic attacks and dealing with family bullshit. So we just talked and tried to console her. Then the mood for dinner came up and we went to Applebee's. We ate outside on the patio which was cool, in the night breeze and under the full moon. Then it started to get ghetto, with all the crap people around. And seeing non-stop guidos started to annoy me. So after this whole mess with cops having to come over to talk to some people who left the restaurant and the 40 minute wait to get the check and pay for it, we left. And somehow ended up in a bar here in Nutley. It was all right I guess, but I don't know. Suddenly I just didn't like it. I just didn't feel in the mood to be around drunks in bars. So I hurried us up and we were off again.....and somehow, we ended up in Hoboken. Mind you this was near 1:30 am so I was really tired.

And really, bars in NJ close at 2 am. So what was the point? But you know lesbians, they can't let things go easily. So we drove all the way to Hoboken JUST to go to some bar called Bahama Mamma. Sigh. I just had a bad feeling about it. I didn't want to go in, especially after hearing we had to pay five bucks to get in. So that was stupid. But Karina offered to pay,so fine. We started to go in and the bouncer asked for ID's. She shows him her license and he doesn't believe it's real. I don't know why. So he asks for a second ID. Instead of saying I don't have one, she says: Why?

Le sigh. So that just blows up and they get into it and she's shouting and he's yelling and UGH. Me andJessica just sidled away. It was just so fucking embarassing. And she already had four drinks in her so she wouldn't let it go. She even made them bring out the manager and yelled at her too and it was just so stupid. So after like ten minutes we finally managed to get her to leave the bar area. But she didn't want to go home. NO. She wanted to keep trying at other bars, but it was AFTER 2 am. They didn't let us in any, DUH. Sigh.

So after random walking around we FINALLY left Hoboken and went home. I didn't get into bed until 3am. I was dead tired.

But yeah, very weird day. And long. And that's the end of my story. I don't think I wrote it as well as I had planned, but I'm tired. And....yeah. Shut it off!!