My Very Public Diary

My Very Public Diary: August 2019

September 1, 2019

I head back to school on August 23rd; hopefully nothing too weird and awkward happens until then.

August 4th

This has nothing to do with awkwardness nor embarrassment. Yes, I did embarrass myself with angry customers and had awkward conversations with customers, but I’m starting to get used to that. Here’s what this is about: I am developing a small, teeny tiny crush on one of my coworkers. I need it to stop. My last day for the summer is August 22nd. This is not the time to develop a crush that, nine times out of ten, won’t end well.

August 5th

Five to nine shifts are one of the worst shifts to work, and not because I have to close. It’s because I have to face after work traffic, and since today was the first day of school for many, after school traffic on top of the after work traffic. There is a seven-minute lee way after a certain time before you are considered late (I hope that sentence made sense). I pulled up to work at 5:04, and after walking through the entrance doors like a normal person, I did this weird part jog, part sprint, part scurry situation to the break room to clock in. Little did I know my coworkers saw me, and they chose to bring it up throughout the four hours I worked tonight, which was super embarrassing.

August 14th

I (finally!) have good news from work, and before something bad happens again, I want to share it. I sold my first credit card. This is monumental because they are always up my butt about asking customers for credit cards, which I hate doing. Also, a customer called me kind today, which really made me feel good about myself; it had a big impact, and I’m still trying to figure out why.

August 19th

My grandfather’s physical therapist (I don’t even know if that’s what you call them, but hopefully you know what I’m talking about) asked about me today. It made me feel like I made a good impression; I thought I was an awkward potato when I talked to him, but I guess not.

August 21st

I feel so incredibly guilty right now, and I definitely shouldn’t. My heart/chest area was severely hurting, to the point where I started crying at work. I’m in pain right now, but at work, it was a thousand times worse. I had to leave because I am just in too much pain, but I feel awful for leaving.

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