Asleep in Imperfection

The computers at work used to be somehow linked with those at our 'sister' hostel, so someone there could take temporary control of our screen to run software protection programs or whatever. The curser would start moving at its own accord despite any attempts of my own to change its direction, programs would be clicked on and opened, and even after I knew what was happening I still liked to stare at the screen in a 'whoa, my computers gone crazy!' way. The fact that somebody could at any moment log in to 'my screen' and see what I was looking at served as a vague, but not particularly heeded, incentive not to slack off with too much free internet browsing. However, with the purchase of a new computer, I had erroneously figured that this little trick could no longer be done. Unfortunately there's nothing TOO exciting/humiliating to report, but yes, it can be done, and the cute young computer guy can intrude on your message board browsing. He was very sweet and would not even close 'my crap' when I said he could, and told me the icon to look out for which would come up when someone logged on next time. Funny thing was that minutes before I had actually considered posting on here. I'm quite glad I did not, because while its not particularly juicy its certainly a more overt invasion of privacy and would have been all the more embarrassing.

Said computer guy, who has a somewhat girly name reminiscent of bananas in pajamas, is actually a pretty awesome person to have around. The first time he came into reception to do something I had to message one of my friends purely to tell them that the hottest guy was here. When he turned out to be sweet, clever and actually a lot of fun to talk crap with, I became even gladder that he was hired to work on our computers and being paid in 'credit' (i.e. free accommodation and beer) rather than actually just paid and sent on his way. The nights that I was house sitting for my aunt in a suburb close to the city I left late after wasting time talking to him about sea creatures. Then last shift we shared quite a giggle over my sleazy and short boss's antics, including his insistence that his chair be as high as possible. Good times.

So, I'm...
-Listening to an Augie March CD which my dad kindly downloaded for me.
- About to start planning my timetable for next year, which is always kinda exciting, but actually ridiculously happy to be on holidays.
- Still only working one day a week at the nut shop, which is perfectly fine by me as that day is getting busier and busier as we move into December and typically entails being responsible for the store as well as a heap of 'newies' who vary in degrees of competency. Actually, I don't mind training and helping the younger girls, but I don't like the feeling of being stressed and overwhelmed with the knowledge that its on my (and one other older girl's) shoulders to run and organise everything. I was kind of glad the young ones stayed until almost 5:30 last Saturday, and left seeing that we were still there with work to do. Yes, this is why we get stroppy when you stand around doing nothing!
Its not that bad, in fact most of the girls are quite good and I'm sure they're held to higher expectations than we were when we started. Even the ones who aren't the brightest have amusement value. (You stopped filling because the box ran out? Why, isn't it lucky that it's on top of a pile of new boxes! You dragged me over to ask whether a lady with 'some discount thing' could get it off the total price or just one gift? You know, I think the large writing that states ONE SINGLE GIFT might give us the answer there!)
I just need to work on my perception. Mind over matter. There's got to be a balance between 'meh, fuck it' (i.e. being happy for every second customer to leave in frustration and for the store to be a disgusting mess) and 'aagh!' (i.e. giving a shit and rushing around trying to stop the above happening). What would the nuts (eh. heh.) who have succeeded in this company say? Something like, "I really thrive on the challenge of leadership in a busy and dynamic environment!"? Pity that makes me feel a little naseous, otherwise it could become my new mantra...

Anyway. I also...
- Am on the lookout for books I want to read/get for Christmas. At this stage my
'list' is only non-fiction stuff about consciousness and neurological wackiness, as well as something about the history of censorship in art. I'm also reading 'how-to' library books about writing fiction, which is a topic I somehow enjoy reading passively about, but actual fiction? Not so much with the reading it. Or even the writing of it, despite what a peruser of my check-out list might believe.
- Began running again as of yesterday, which made me surprisingly happy.
- Have birthday and Christmas presents pretty much sorted for some people, but not at all with others. Hmm.
- Feel an abstract urge towards domestic pursuits like cooking and growing plants in my room. I could grow a plant in my room! Like a window box or something! What a revolutionary idea.
- Am particularly fond of the lamented notion of purity in 'There is No Such Place'. Whatever that means.
- Know that I've got two distinctions so far, and am pretty confident of a third. That sounds impressive until you look at the fact that my grade for torts is actually like ten percent lower than it was in the first semester... how did that happen? Oh wait, I know how it happened.
- Feel like watching an episode of Scrubs before I pick up my sister from work... so best I stop blathering.