A vow, a Break, and, of course, Chocolate

Today was my first taste of a short shift. It was six hours. It's amazing how shaving two hours off a shift of a day of this job can make the day seem like it's moving at lightspeed. I still start at two, but I get off at 8ish.

During the coarse of my shift, I'm scheduled the same bathrooms as Savannah, the darling gem of the South whom I have affectionatly nickednamed Scarlett/ Miss Scarlett (or Tennessese...haven't decided). But at the beginning of our shift, the parade was on. We stood and watched and danced. Afterwards, there's this extremely catchy song named "Celebrate You" comes on. We start walking around dancing and singing along to that. We decide that we need to construct some distinct choreography to go along with the song so we can dance to it when it comes on. Plans are made. The rest of the day involves us going from restroom store room to restroom store room singing kareoke Disney songs. Everything from "Part of Your World" to "I'll Make a Man Outta You." We had a grand ol' time.

Also, I've decided to join the human race again, I decided to, rather than sitting in a corner alone brooding, to sit with all the other Custodians while on breaks. I found out, amazingly enough, that I can actual hold a conversation. If I try.

So here's my vow: To love life, relentelssly and unconditionally. To never give up on the sure optimism that each new day brings. This is a necessity for happiness. Life's not about bitching constantly about how horrible something is. And when they say "Life gives you good and bad...it's what you make of it"...they're wrong. Things happen, and maybe you don't always have control over them and the effect they have over you. But understanding this, and knowing that Life is sometimes beyond your control can be more empowering than thinking you can somehow control the uncertainity that Life constantly presents to each and every one of us. If one can switch to this change of mindset, the outcome can be far better than being stuck in a endless rut of self-pity and woe. The challange is actually turning to this mindset, which is something I've yet to do.

I get off at eight and I suggested to Savannah that we go out for ice cream at Ghirardelli after work. She agrees and we head Downtown with Natasha, an extremely lax, warm co-worker. Kevin (No! Not O G Kev, though I do see him very often. We exchange plesantries and I consider baking him cookies or something), another co-worker, and a new friend named Dan, Savannah's southern gentleman, meet up with us and we walk around talking about our day, our job, and having an all around good time. However, almost everything is closed down, so we kinda just stand around conversing. We run into a drunken woman who asked us what the time was and why everything was closed saying that it was only like 9 or ten o clock. Savannah, sweet as a Georgia peach, tells her that it's eleven and that's pretty much when eveything closes down and comments that "it's okay, when you're drunk you kinda forget about time." The lady replies "yeah whatever, thanks white pants (she was wearing white pants, but still...really?)." O diss...except not.

So we go proceed to go home, and I ride home in the trunk of Savannah's PT Crusier, so that this other girl, one of Savannah's roomates, wouldn't have to. This girl is a character preformer and she earlier mentioned that her job has indeed made her very creepy because when she see's very small children she wants to go hug them. Ah, Disney...

I like being social. I like having little moments like this with people. I just crave more of it. Call me greedy, but I'm goin in for more.