One of my coworkers is a talented artist (compared to me).It's not for lack of trying, but I simply have no artistic skill. Well, what can you do?

I should mention that she quit, I suppose, which is depressing. The co-workers are one of the few things that really counter the low pay of the job, and with her gone, it's going to be that much harder to convince myself to stay there.

As it is, I had a greviance tonight with the girl I was closing with not being trained in her side of the job ... something I only knew how to do in theory myself. And I had to do it anyway -- wasn't that fun.

There are some perks to working in a bookstore, though. This book is already out, but, look at the title! Awesomeness. Sheer awesomeness.

It's not always ideal, though. I got home and Walker was (of course) on my computer. I offer to let him use it out because otherwise he wouldn't have a computer. Still, as tightly as I manage my computer, its difficult to handle any non-me person using it. And he uses AOL. I convinced him to stop using Explorer (I think; I haven't checked in a while), since it's a security hole. The laptop I gave him died, though, so he doesn't have his own system to use. (I wonder if he'll ever be able to pay me for that now-dead hardware?)

I'm tired, I had a bad day, I needed to wait for him to finish up using my computer so I could use it ... and then when he's about to leave, I need to see the latest Terry-Bogard-Flash-movie. I just wanted to sleep. -_-

Optimism. Tomorrow, I get new glasses.