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Busy days, gorblimey. The rest of the week ought to slow down a bit, I think -- I need to catch up on NaNo rather terrifically (the bit I wrote on my shift today? seems to have stopped just short of the Plot Point at last), and also sleep. Which, um, I could have been doing lately, but -- well, it's more difficult when one has Things to do. Sunday: work. Monday: work! Tuesday: fun with Jonathan, Sarah, and Hannah (their brother Eli came along for the ride). Today: work! I'm not scheduled to work anymore this week, which is a relief in terms of laziness and kind of sad in terms of money, but, you know. SLEEP. (AND NANO. AND THEN SLEEP SOME MORE, AND MAYBE BAKE COOKIES. ...FOR NANOAGE.)

Today at work: apparently I am late unless I arrive about ten minutes early. *facepalm*. Fortunately this was told to me by one of the managers I really like and I barely had to deal with Shannon, who makes me edgy, at all today. My customers -- all four of them -- came in funny patches, though: a girl around my age with fantastic hair (short, black and blonde, and quite classy looking for a punk hair-do) came in looking for anime calendars, was (rightfully) scornful when all we had were a couple of very very mainstream ones, and then we ended up talking about Death Note for, like, ten minutes. It was awesome. Now I have this silly urge to eat a lot of candy and hold things funny. While I was talking to her and processing her purchase, another woman showed up behind her with a calendar, and I managed to process her purchase without a hitch while talking, and not being rude to either of them, and not giving anybody the wrong change. I was very pleased with myself. My next -- and alas, last -- set of customers also came in a pair. This was slightly less fun because the first customer gave me a check, and...no-one has actually taught me how to process checks. I gave it my best, though, and only gave up on it after I'd held him up for several minutes, and now I know what I need to ask People Above Me. He had cash, thankfully, and was extremely friendly and patient with me and even tried to help, so that made me feel considerably less of a failure than I might have otherwise.

Also, this elderly gentleman walked past clad in a long black leather duster. I gaped in awe and admiration. I have also decided that he was clearly up to supernatural shenanigans. Which reminds me of the other bloke in the long coat I saw my first day -- he was pale and very -- his face was very sculpted? -- and he had long dark hair, and was dressed sort of -- unusually, but not in the sort of way that immediately draws one's attention. I think he had on a waistcoat and tie, along with the LONG BLACK COAT WHICH FLOWED OUT BEHIND HIM. I sort of wished that I had fallen head over heels in love with him as he passed, or at least had a tiny flutter of fancying, because that would make for such a better story, but alas, I am far too sensible for that, and mainly admired his coat and made a note to put him in a story later. He was so very unusual-looking, though. What on earth was he doing in my mall and was he entirely human? One does wonder...

Sarah stopped by my kiosk and we had a splendid chat and inched away from the Edward Cullen poster, which has ONCE AGAIN been moved so that it makes eye contact with me all throughout my shift. NEXT THING YOU KNOW I AM GOING TO WAKE UP AND HE IS GOING TO BE IN A ROCKING CHAIR IN THE CORNER OF MY BEDROOM. ROMANCE FAIL, EDWARD CULLEN, YOU CREEP. ROMANCE FAIL.

Annnnnd I managed to count out my drawer and close up for my shift ninety percent without assistance, which was -- terrifying, really, but encouraging. AUGH SO MUCH MATH THOUGH. CALCULATORS ARE MY FAVOURITE. Fortunately again, the woman who usually has the shift after me, Liz, is really sweet and helpful and motherly and always makes me feel as though I am doing a fabulous job and never makes me feel stupid for needing help or taking too long. This can be kind of relaxing.

Yesterday there was a Game Afternoon at chez Jonathan, which was full of fun and not having to be bothered about anything (except for candles which melted flat) and enjoying the company of friends and silly games with words in them. Also Jonathan put a candle in an empty sparkling cider bottle; it was fantastic. We really ought to have Told Spooky Stories around it or played Mafia or something. It provided excellent ambience.

I need to NaNo. And sleep. These are things I have not mentioned I am sure.