kagomemiko

Dear Journal and your reader(s),
My Grandma's birthday was on the 11th, and I got her a set of cute little kitty spreading knives, because she eats things that they go with quite often, and she likes cats. Now, my Grandma's a little unknowingly nutty, in fact a friend an I am quite sure the comedian Bill Engval would have a field day with her, but it's things like that that make her amusing and endearing. Anyway, today, in the mail, was a card from her. Now my thought was, "Why is she sending me a card? ...It's not like it's anywhere near MY birthday..." So I open the little white envelope, sealed with a wolf pup sticker, to a purple card with a glittery silver star and the words "thank you" on the front. Then, of course, I got it, and what was inside, because it was so unexpected, was heartwarming. This is what she wrote:
"Dear Kagome,
I love your gift.
It's charming and fun
and a tribute to the feline
world. When I use the
little kitty knives
with all kinds of jam,
dips, and spreads, I
will think of you my
dear Kagome.
Let's get together
soon. The Katonah diner?
and you drive.
Love
Grandma Roz"

Dear Journal and your reader(s),
Sometimes... I just wish life could be simple... It rarely is though. In the past... month I think is the correct time span, there has been many a case of sorrow, fear, and confusion for me. Grandma had a mini stroke, Dorthy almost died, her horse, Fandancer, of whom I was very fond, did die, so did Will's mother, and Corey's dog. Even today was full of issues... This morning I was led into the office by my manager to be scolded, basically for having a sense of humor. ...Which, now that I think about it, life seems to be trying to beat out of me lately >> Now, I understand the reasoning behind why I was scolded, and that what I did wasn't exactly the smartest idea, but still, it hurt for a while... I was just trying to make things at least a little humorous and fun... What I did was I waited in one of the empty bottom shelves of bedding until a customer would show up, then I'd poke my head out and say "Buy me?" in my cute voice. Of course, what I didn't realize at the time is that, as me an idea as it was, doing that is a liability. The customers get scared and if they jump back and knock something over on themselves, the store gets in trouble. That's no big deal now though, it's over and done with, and I've learned my lesson. Now for the other thing that happened today, but it needs a little background to be understood. Working at a department store, I get a half an hour for my "meal break," and I always go to McDonald's, because it's right down the street. Anyway, there's this guy that works there, and he seems to always be there when I am, so I smile and wave whenever I come in, and he smiles and winks. Now I started to suspect things when he would always ask me about my schedule, but I'd evade with the fact that my schedule is made week by week, and is never the same. Today however, he took his break when I came in, and he came to talk to me, which I had told him was fine. He told me that he had been wanting the chance to talk to me, and that's when the fear kicked in; this was starting to confirm my suspicions. Things ended up with him giving me his number, and me reluctantly giving him mine, all the while I'm still being evasive. He left me alone after that, and I finished up and went to my car to leave, but as I was driving out, I saw him by his car, and I stupidly waved to him. My intention was a goodbye wave, but he came up to the car, so in further naivete, I parked and rolled down my window on the passenger side where he was standing. He completely confirmed my suspicions when he said he liked me, and that he had from when I first walked into the place. He told me that I was pretty and cute (I disagree for the most part...), and that I seemed different from the other girls (which I am). That led to him asking if I had a boyfriend... I lied and said "Kinda yes, kinda no..." He asked me what that meant, and if it meant that I was interested in somebody, so I kept with the lie and said that there was a friend I was interested in. That seemed to disappoint him, but he remained persistent and asked how many previous boyfriends I'd had. I told the truth there... none... He seemed surprised by this and said "So you're a virgin" or something to that effect. To which I again gave him the truth "Yes" And so he asked why, and I told him that I don't know, maybe because I look like jail bait. That confused him, and I clarified, "I look like I'm sixteen, but I'm twenty three." He says "You do look young..." I tell him that I really have to go because my break's over, and he offers his hand, so I shake it, but he doesn't let go, he kisses it, and my thought is ~Oh my god, no, just let me go...~ He realizes that I'm really scared, and so he asks if he can kiss my cheek instead of actually trying it, in part because I was a decent distance away. I lean back and further that distance, shaking my head. He says "You're an american, I'm dominican, in my country a kiss on the cheek doesn't mean anything, a kiss..." He touches his lips "...on the other hand." But I still refuse, totally panicked.He asks me why I'm so scared, and I tell him it's because nobody has ever said these things to me, which is true... So he says "You've never even kissed or hugged a guy?" I say "No." and I'm still thinking ~just let me go...~ Finally he does, making me promise to call him, but that's one promise I don't intend to keep. It's not that I have any issues with race I think, but he was just too pushy... and any guy that can scare me that much is not my type... I guess I want someone more like me... Someone who won't make one of their first questions anything along the lines of "Are you single?" Someone who will be my friend before the thought of romance even crosses their mind. Someone who will love me for ME, not what I look like. *sigh* I'm sorry my journal seems to be nothing but self centered drama... Maybe things would be different if life itself wasn't so dramatic. ...But then it would be boring... Oh I don't know... Help me friends, please...
-Kagome-

Look, it's funny, yay! I stole this from Cat's journal.

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Dear Journal and reader(s),
Another normal day at work except for one little abnormality. This woman who was looking around for a while left my department, but I didn't give it a second thought, I mean everybody does that at some point. However, later she comes back to me, but this time she's in a panic. She tells me that she lost her car keys somewhere in the store, so I suggest she go to customer service, but she tells me she already did, and they couldn't help her. So I go with her as she searches, and when we end up in the men's underwear section of all places, she finds them. That was good, but her reaction was totally unexpected; she turns to me and pulls me tightly into her arms and kisses my cheek and says, "You are an angel! Thank you sweetie! Thank you for coming with me! My mother is eighty three and has heart problems, and she's waiting by the car. Thank you!" Then she lets me go and hurries off, leaving me standing in the men's underwear section with a "what just happened?" expression on my face. I just don't get it; I didn't DO anything...
Now, this is not the first time I've been called an angel, but don't you have to be dead or something to be an angel? I don't think I'm dead... I'm not a mean person generally, but an angel? I don't think so.
-Kagome-

Dear Journal and your reader(s)
Today was a one of a kind day... It started out normal, but after a few hours a friend unexpectedly showed up, and with some begging directed at her mom, I got to keep her with me for the rest of the day. This was all very good; I was quite pleased with the development, but there was one snag... One of my superiors, though not a manager, who doesn't like me and has a permanent stick up her butt, decided to bother us about it. It went something like this:
Her: You can't have your friend following you around, she'll have to wait outside.
Me: But she's here till the end of my shift... her mom went home, I'm taking her home when I'm done here...
Her: Well she can't be hanging out with you, she'll have to wait outside.
Me: My shift is over at 8:00, you want her to wait outside for three hours?!
Her: *shrug* She can't be with you.
Me: *to my friend* ...go look around and find something you want to buy when my shift is over...
Can you believe that?! My friend was right, the nerve of that woman to treat her like some disobedient dog or something! And there WASN'T anything wrong with her being with me, or the managers who saw me with her would have said something other than "Hi" to us! Anyway, she didn't wait outside, we were simply quiet until that infuriating woman was gone. Other than that though, I had fun, so yay for that.
-See you later, Kagome-

Dear Journal and your reader(s),
You know those times when you're drawing on your arms with washable markers, and you think to yourself, "What if my skin really was purple?" Just kidding, just kidding. Anyway, I was thinking about a plan I have with a friend of mine... The plan is to strengthen her at my mom's barn, because she's, well... a 'limp noodle.' And it crossed my mind that planning time to do this may be harder than I had anticipated, also, while it could be fun, she has a history of... Well what if she just gives up, or something goes wrong? This tends to be the way with us; we'll come up with an idea, and we'll be all gung-ho for it, but we won't think about snags or anything that might worry us till after the plan is made. ...Well... that's me at least, I can't speak for her. I know I'll just have to wait and see what happens and how things go, but I felt like I needed to write my thoughts down.
-Randomly thoughtful, Kagome-

Okay, my first entry. I would have done it yesterday, seeing as that's when things I will be writing about took place, but I didn't get to it. I'll start by saying that I work at Kohls (joy of joys), and that right there has the potential for some... interesting occurrences. Now let me make it clear that I hate working at Kohls; most days are bad days, though I'm trying to look at things so that won't be the case. Anyway, yesterday was unusual, though it started out normal. I got to work and set right to doing what I'm supposed to, which is essentially to be the maid. Now I'm naturally a messy person, so you can imagine how much I hate having to be cleaning all day, and to top it off, I do it alone. I bring that up because I'm at my best when I'm with other people; you know, able to socialize while I work. That's why, yesterday got better when Margret came in to help me for a little while. Margret is fifty something, but she's SUCH a nice lady, and so fun to talk to. Needless to say, Margret being there with me even for a little while just made my day. Now, another thing that stands out from that day is something that happened about an hour or so after Margret left. I had finished cleaning up my department, and so I was walking around basically patrolling it for any more messes people might make. Part of that is removing items that don't belong in my department. Now, I'm in the home department, and upon walking the domestics part of home, I saw a shoe on the floor behind some guy looking at comforter sets (a neat looking shoe, I'll give it that lol), so I pick it up and hold it up to the light because it's translucent and just cool like that, then I turn to take it where it belongs, and the guy turns to me and says that he had that shoe and was looking for the other one. So he asks me for help on that, and after repeating a few times till he FINALLY got it, "I'm not in the shoe department, I can't help you with that without a box number." I tell him that I can, however, help him with the comforter set. He tells me he's looking for a version of what he has in queen size. So I look at what he's got, and I inform him that he has a king there, so I pull down the queen version that happens to be RIGHT in front of him. Alright, no big deal, things like that happen all the time, whatever. Now he's like, "It's nice? Looks good?" So I'm all, "Sure." Heck as long as he buys it, it doesn't matter what I think. Now here's where things start getting weird. He asks me if I have a cell phone, and so I say "...yeah..." And this is what ensues:
Him: what's number?
Me: My cell phone number?
Him: yeah
Me: *silent*
Him: you have cell phone?
Me: ~I already answered that...~ ...yes...
Him: can I have number
Me: I just met you...
Him: *pause* you have babies?
Me: ~What?!~ Noohohoho!
Him: you live with your family or alone?
Me: ...With my family...
Him: you have a boyfriend?
Me: ...no...
Him: how old are you?
Me: ...How old do you think I am?
Him: twenty three
Me: *blink* Bingo... Most people guess a lot younger
Him: twenty four
Me: Huh? Oh, you're twenty four?
Him: Yeah... can I have your cell phone number?
Me: No...
Him: why
Me: *pause* ...Just... No. I don't even know you.
Him: maybe some other time then?
Me: ...Maybe... ~Hah, yeah right... I better not have a stalker at work now...~
Him: okay, maybe another time *starts to leave*
Me: ...Maybe... ~...Not.~
And then, with perfect timing, one of my managers shows up, and she tells me to go fold jeans in the young men's section. Of course I go do that, totally glad she saved me, but I spend the rest of my shift thinking about this. The order of his questions... the fact that he couldn't even speak proper english, so I had to struggle a bit to understand him... Do I seem that easy or desperate? I mean really, that was far too abrupt... Oh well, tell me what you think.