I don't even know what to call this entry

At 9 am this morning I pinned blankets up over my windows with the intention of staying in bed all day. I unplug the phone in my bedroom and turned the cell phone off, it was supposed to snow today, so I was building a little den and was going to hibernate for 24 hours or so.

I woke up around 4 pm because I was having a crazy dream about work and it pissed me off. It didn’t take that long for me to fall back to sleep, shortly before 7 I woke up again because the cats were trying to get into my bedroom. Rolled over and went back to sleep, less than 30 minutes later Jennifer is pounding on the door, because I had hooked the inside door closed to keep the cats out of the entryway. I throw my sweatshirt on and go to open the door, as I am walking down the hall I hear her talking to someone, I figure it is Shannon so I tell her that she has to wait a long enough for me to get back to my bedroom because I didn’t take the time to put pants on. I get to the door and it isn’t Shannon standing in the entryway with her, it is Johnny. He is the very person I want to see when I first wake up.

I am completely uncomfortable around him, I feel unsafe and knowing the things that he has done to Jennifer makes me feel dirty. I got back to my room put my pj pants back on and gathered a load of laundry. Once I had that accomplished I decided I was going to take a shower.

My dad calls to talk to Jennifer about her car asks how my day was, Jenn can’t find the phone from the kitchen so comes back to use my phone. When she gets off the phone she comes back to hang it up and I am standing in the bathroom in my bathrobe brushing my teeth. As she walks by I ask what the hell he is doing here. I am informed that he drove the 80 miles between Fargo and our house to take her to dinner tonight. “He isn’t planning on staying the night is he?” She tells me he isn’t then asks where I am getting ready to go to.

Confused by how she came to me standing in a bathrobe, brushing my teeth and looking like I was foaming at the mouth meant that I was going out, I replied, “Oh I am going to the bar and I am going to have sex with 10 strangers because I need some dick.”

”Oh that sounds like fun, can I come?”

"Yeah, no problem, let me grab my flip flops and I will break into the dorm and demand that someone make you a fake I.D. because you need dick too.”

”Could you do that?”

”In all actuality Jennifer I really doubt that would really happen. I am just taking a shower. Have fun at dinner.”

I thought I felt like listening to Smashing Pumpkins tonight when I got out of the shower, I am just not thinking that that was really the case right now. But, I really have no idea what I really want to listen to. Maybe I really do want to listen to this CD I just haven’t heard the song I wanted to hear yet. Who knows.

I am just rambling so I either need to find some direction or shut up now.

I just found a little bit of direction. There is the guy Denis that comes into Target at least once every day. At Starbucks, he orders a venti 3 pump mocha, extra frappuccino base, easy ice, mocha frappuccino. It doesn’t matter who makes it, the drink is always wrong. Yesterday he went in demanding a free drink coupon because his drink the day before was too runny. Instead of bringing the drink back, and having us remake it, he finished drinking it and came the next day to complain. Tera called Paula and Paula called Scott and they told him never to come back to the store again because he treated us all like crap and we were tired of his abuse.

Sarah called me a little bit ago to tell me that he was back in the store today. He had called Target headquarters to complain about being kicked out of the store. They told him they weren’t going to do anything about it, and if he couldn’t just deal with it he needed to call a lead from our store. He got a hold of the nicest lead in the store and said that he loved all of us so much he just didn’t get along with Paula or Tera.

So Denis is back and I am going to have to deal with him tomorrow. Maybe he will be nicer; maybe he will be more of a jerk because we tried to get rid of him. I don’t really know, but I am not really looking forward to finding out.