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Cleaned today and did laundry. I actually enjoyed myself, even if I am now tired. Having a clean and uncluttered space might be an anathema to my established habits, but I prefer it so much over mess. It's frustrating that I can't seem to keep my space clean, and everytime I do this major cleaning session, I promise myself I'll do better next time and keep it that way. If things are dirty around me, it affects everything I do-- I won't cook for myself, I won't dress nicely, I won't write or draw as much as I should, and heaven forefend I read or do any craft projects. It's one of the few exceptionally nasty associations I have that I can't pinpoint *why* I have it. I mean, I understand why I'm so messy-- I'm lazy as shit, and dirty space is normal for me.

Maybe it's some kind of neurotic punishment system for myself? Like if something isn't clean, I don't deserve good things? I don't know. Anyway, I'll finisdh up tommorrow, which includes tackling the dishes. At least they're only a month old this time.

My internet is unavaiable at the hosue, because I can't figure out my damn router. I think I need to install something on the laptop? Maybe? I don't know.

I also need to decide what to do with the newly freed up second bedroom . . . I'm thinking a pillow room. ANyone have any throw illows they don't want?

And where can a girl get cheap christmas lights this time of year?

Right, back to work.

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I adore my job. I really, really do. But, oh my god, work tongight was the WORST. I had every type of bad customer you could name . . . whiny, screaming little kids, snippy parents, sour old women, people trying to haggle down prices, annoying teenagers . . . you name it. I had one kid whose parent *would not* control him, who was racing around the store and knocked the Rush Hour display over (and then began crying because his mom wouldn't buy him a bug ball after that). I had a guy who called me racist for SMILING at him.

The worst, though, was the mess. The store was DESTROYED. Usually, I take two-three long laps around the room at the top of every hour to tidy up. I took six tonight. While cleaning the family games, I reached up to adjust the Curses, because they'd been flipped backwards, and stuck my hand in someone's half eaten hamburger

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I was finally able to count the drawer at 9:30, when I should be leaving. I finished at nine forty five, because of course it was off, and I had to search the cashwrap for the missing money (found it, thank god). And then vaccuming up their muddy footprints for another fifteen minutes.

And now, MORE CLEANING.

*cries*