Saturday, April 28th, 2001
Today was a good day. I got up and went to class, and the professor said that, unless we had any questions regarding our grade, we could leave. I did. Veronica and I hung out for a while before I went to work, which I was slightly late for. My bad.
Work was good, for the most part. I did the majority of the paperwork for the end of the month, because I knew that if I didn’t do it that Louise would have to do it instead. Not that Charlene (the layaway manager) wouldn’t consider doing it, I’m just betting it would have gotten pushed off onto Louise, which is unfair. Louise puts up with so much, she’s just wonderful. It’s a little known fact that she’s my mother and that I’m her son. However, we’re not in the same family. Just “mom and her son” at Wal-Mart.
I talked to my friend Erin at work today. I enjoyed that. I can go months without seeing her, so it’s always great to catch up with her. We were buds in the old, discount store and she worked in the Supercenter for a while as well. Erin actually talked came back to me three different times. The first two were just normal times, and the second time I was facing away from the counter doing paperwork and the bell rang. I finished what I was doing, and asked, “How can I help you?” as I was turning around.
“Aah! It’s Erin again!” I thought.
“Hey Julian, would you like to maybe go out some time?” she asked me. Now this took me totally off guard. When we worked together, she always had a boyfriend, whom she just recently broke up with. I was tense. I didn’t know how to respond.
“I don’t think that would really work out,” I responded.
“Oh. Well, okay. Thanks anyway,” she said, beginning to leave. Shit. I’d just told her that I didn’t want to go out with her. She probably thinks that I found her unattractive in a negative sort of way.
“Wait, Erin,” I said. I sat down on top the counter, in front of her. “Let me explain to you why I don’t think things would work out too well,” I told her. Despite her insisting that I didn’t have to, I told her anyway. I didn’t want her to go home feeling bad about herself or something. That would simply not be fair. “The only thing is,” I said, “You’re sorta… female.”
“Oh,” she said with surprise. I’m not sure how she took it. I think it was the best thing to do, though. This way she doesn’t think that it’s something about her anymore than if a girl were to try and ask her out.
After work, I went out with Kim and Dean. We had good times. Marked stuff for Kim’s garage sale. I know that sounds incredibly dull, but those two can make the most dull things fun without doing anything specific.