OCD will kill you

Today was a good day. I wasn't too enthused about going to work again, especially knowing that I might not have to go in much more. I managed to rearrange and reorganize another section (I did one last time I was in) and made it look all pretty, which is what I was doing when one of my coworkers (a "team lead") said the sentence that became the title of this post. I told her, in simple words so she might understand, that I don't have OCD - I'm just bored so I might as well do something while I'm being paid to be at work. She rolled her eyes and left, and I didn't see her for the rest of the day (which is why I already hate her... she doesn't actually "work" there).

Then because the bookstore gives me shifts of stupid lengths, I didn't have time to walk the 2 blocks home, eat a meal at a comfortable pace, and walk back during lunch. Do I wandered a bit and found some pizza. While kinda eating, I got a call from the person I interviewed with yesterday. Yeah, I not only got the job, but I got power. I will be 3rd in charge of the store.... store manager, assistant manager, and des. Then everyone else. Sweet. moo ha ha!

Then while I was still sitting smiling to myself in the pizzeria, a jam band assembled right out front and began to, well, jam. It was awesome. There was a snare drum, trumpet, and tuba. I went outside and watched them and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Since I was there for like 15 minutes, I decided that my enjoyment of this live band should be rewarded, so I gave them my last $5, having spent all my ones on pizza. I told them I was having fun, and they thanked me. I actually thought the words, "I love Brooklyn!" And I meant it.


I walked back to work, smiling and distracted. Plus I still have more candy corn.

Good day.