I can complain
I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I'm tired and my body aches all over. I can't stand being hit on by customers or co-workers and knowing that people are talking about me makes me ill.

If you didn't know, I have issues with men...and old people. On Monday I saw an old man bent over a pile of Dockers messing things up a bit so I asked him, "Can I help you find anything?" which is code for "Please stop touching things." His response: "No I've already found what I'm looking for. I don't need you. Hello and goodbye." That was all a little ruder than I was expecting so I walked away, but people who are mean to me make me try harder with them, so I perked up when he came over with a question. He was looking for a specific size and he said he'd looked through all of them, so I told him I'd check in the computers. "Are the computers gospel?" He asked me..I tried to reply but he cut me off and said, "In my experience computers just flat out lie." I didn't agree 'cause as far as I'm concerned computers have nothing to gain from being unreliable and I doubt they have any interest in fucking around with old people, but I didn't think he'd share my sense of humor so I didn't say anything. The computer said 5, so I went over and found him 3 pairs. He was shocked and suddenly warmed up to me...though first he told me to hide them at the bottom so he could come back the next day (I don't know why). I was soooo frustrated that I'd had to deal with him and that he wasn't going to just get them then. Anyway, after that he started talking to me about how no-wrinkle fabrics are bullshit and I think he tried to get me to feel his shirt. He really started to creep me out because he kept stepping closer and closer to me and his nose was peeling. I couldn't get away and I wanted to be sick and I was really afraid.

I've been afraid of old people since I watched "Cloak and Dagger" and old movie on the Disney channel. Now I can't trust anyone over 60. That and the idea of slowly deteriorating makes my head hurt.

I greeted one man as I always do and he said "You sure are perky" in the most condescending way I've ever heard. I'm paranoid so I wondered why he'd say that for nearly an hour. I'm starting to hate it and my boss asks me every day to work full time or at least more hours. Tomorrow is going to be boring/stressful again because I'll be in Sportswear and Dockers or whatever again. Despite dealing with Mike constantly asking to have his baby/touch his belt buckle, he makes the time go so much faster, so I hate working when he isn't there.

Sleeeeeepy time.