Something to say.

Well, I have nothing to say. I get to observe at the the Elementary school again on Monday. I'm excited. It's hard to enjoy kids and want to teach them, but then have a whole family full of teachers. Especially with the issues in education right now.

But I'll tough it out.

I'm so tired of the drama at work too. It's funny to me, and as long as I'm not dragged into it then it's whatever. But my co-managers talk behind each other's backs to the associates, then talk behind the associate's backs to each other. It's weird and I just stay quiet.

I guess there's nothing very exciting going on right now. I saw my baby brother today. He's my own personal secretary. Answered all my calls with "Yeah" and "HUH?" ..He's only one.

I hate being asked dumb questions at work too.
"Do you work here?" ..Nope, I just like going to random stores and putting the clothes away and opening fitting rooms for weird people.
"Did you take those sensors off the clothes?" (As I was doing it, mind you.) ..No, lady. I left them on there so that when you left, the alarm would go off and you'd have to walk all the way to the back again and I could deal with your dumb self and take them off for real this time.

The cat stole a pack of gum from my purse this morning. Found him in the hallway licking a piece, and rolling all over the carpet like he wanted the rest of himself to smell minty.

I don't know where to begin.

I really don't.

I guess I could make an introduction, but what would be the point of doing that on my own blog?


Caitlin.
19.
One cat. Two hamsters. Many fish.
Blonde.
Blue eyes.
Assistant Manager at a clothing store.
Science Education major.
Favorite colors: Teal and gray.
Favorite Disney movies: Alice in Wonderland, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White.

Anything else just isn't that important.


Well, what should I blog about?
I guess my day went well. I worked from 10 to 4:30, then went to class at 6. Nothing too spectacular. My teacher called punk kids, "emu." That's a quotable quote.

I am so over O/I R's. [Ask me what that means.] I've proved them wrong. And yet, I still can't shake the kid from my brain.