Blog Envy

Ok, so I know the ole blog is not quite the greatest in the world. No pictures, lots of empty words, a kind of rambling sense of what's going on in my life. Yeah, yeah, I know these things. I am trying to get my digital camera hooked up to this computer so I can show you my lovely face, but, well, I am not the most technological being in the world, so the going is slow. Sorry. Since no one reads this but me, I am not breaking my back trying to learn new things.
I worked last night for the first time after a three day break. It was interesting--we were out of those frozen blended super-sweet coffee drinks that people tend to enjoy, so I got the sublime joy of telling our loyal patrons that they had to journey somewhere else for their sugar fix. Some of them actually looked close to tears. Since I hate making those drinks, I felt nearly overwhelmed at their misfortune.
I am going back today for another round, and everyone's favorite balding midget will be working. I will continue to play it cool, as I have been advised that it would probably be best. I am becoming aware that nearly everyone at work knows I am interested in him. Ho hum. It is strange that the older you get, the more life resembles the sixth grade. Everyone is always gossiping, little things that normal people probably ignore develop into huge interesting stories, and your relationships involve a lot of standing close to each other with no sex. I am just waiting for him to ask me to wear his jacket or to go steady.
Speaking of my achingly bad love life, yesterday Glamour magazine informed me that it is "ok if your type is short and bald." Thank you Glamour! Please note that I am saying this only somewhat facetiously.
Oh well. I should shower and finish doing my laundry. Then I should go to work and actually try to be somewhat welcoming to the customers. Hmmm. Actual participation in that plan may vary.