Oh my gosh. I found out today one of my co-workers is a Brony. Well, "closet Brony", as she put it. Here's where it began. The other day I mentioned table flip (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻, and she knew what it was. That was unusual, because who in real life knows about internet stuff? And like, an obscure meme like table flip at that. She also mentioned something about internet memes, so I got that she knew about more than just table flip. Then after that, I mentioned something about, "ALL THE BOOKS", because
So I'm putting this book on a shelf, and this guy in the same isle says, "I like your hair." I don't even know this guy, so it's random. I respond how a normal girl would, with a cheerful, "Thank you!" "It looks emo-ish." He replies. So he makes this nice, smooth out-of-the-blue comment... and then calls the hair emo. Personally, I liked it, because I like to be thought of as kind of punk, but cute at the same time. Like, wear a cute outfit, have cool hair. But really, what normal girl wants to
So today at work, I was in the book section. Sometimes I work up front at the register, but today I was in books. Because I like books. I even bought books today. I get a discount on books, because I work there. I LOVE BOOKS! I don't answer the phone at the book desk. Someone up front answers it, and then they page whoever the call is for-books, music, movies etc. So I get a call. Not unusual. I have a phone at the book desk where I can take calls, so that's where the book associate answers book
Today has been fabulous. I slept for only an hour or two. I also had to walk 2.5 miles to work. See, my family went out of town. I knew this was coming, but I kinda forgot to ask it off. I can't drive, and I couldn't find a ride. This is partially because I have no friends. (Okay, so a Facebook status isn't trying that hard...) Anyway, last night I knew I was going to have to walk. But, I wasn't tired. I thought about staying up all night... Then I didn't. Oh, also, I have tiny chickens disease
So, I always feel like I have interesting stories from work. Here they are. (*Note that I live in a small town full of hicks. I work at a video/music/book store called Hastings.) The blog name, firstly, comes from the greeting all employees are supposed to give every single customer as they walk in. "Hi, welcome to Hastings", or something along those lines. Every time I go to work, something happens. For one thing, the computers (or rather, registers) are old. So, they don't always work well. Th
