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Poor Harry.... written @ 11:39 AM on December 14, 2002 *sigh* No one in the family understands my Harry Potter obsession. No one sees the wit, the drama, the subtle acting, the cheek, the theme and all underlying messages, the imagination.... *sigh* I need a hug. Or maybe I'll just need to shut up about it. *** Work has been enjoyable. Deborah taught me how to use the cash register last night. Thank God for retail. I pretty much understand how to handle the machine-- it's not like the touch-screen computer used at Bob Evans, see-- but it gets a little confusing when it comes to giving discounts to sale items and all. Oh well. Mom came in last night and bought some very pretty earrings. I also have to mention that some customer came in yesterday singing a song called "Bali High," which, if you remember, is what my mom called the store to make fun of me, and I never figured out why she called it that. So now that a second person has said it, what is "Bali High?!" What subtle piece of culture am I missing out on? I can't wait to get my paycheck next Friday. I put in 11 hours so far, and I'm scheduled to work eight hours today. So... let me think... by the end of today I should have... Oh, fuck, I don't know. Well over $120. Enough to make a $100 deposit in the bank, finish my Christmas shopping, and buy one of those sarongs I've had my eye on. And that's by the end of today. *does a happy dance* *** Christine, Jessica, give me a call some time. I don't get off work until nine, but I would like to get together sometime soon for our... what were Jessica's words... esoteric night?
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