But knowing me and my writer tennancys, (Haha, some writer. I'm pretty sure that was spelled wrong.) it'll probably morph into something more.
Let's hurry the morphage along, shall we?
Today: Pretty good day of work. No major mess ups, which is good, because I'm a cashier and I LIKE getting paid, so short drawers (!) are not good.
Also, it has finally inspired a new fanfiction. This thing's been forming vaugely in the back of my mind for a while now, and in incident at work has finally given me a way to start it.
So! I'll continue to put off the chapterfic I'm SUPPOSED to be working on and work on this one instead. XD
SPECIAL GAIA PREVEIW! 8D
Somehow I was working at a supermarket. I don't know how it happened, really. One moment it was- “Oh don't worry, Zexion. You probably won't actually WORK here- we're just putting your application everywhere so you'll have more of a chance.”
Bullshit, Ansem. I'll bet my dad set me up.
I'm too good to be a cashier. And yet, here I am. Sickly green uniform, register, forced smile and all.
“Two seventy-five, mam.”
“Do you accept food stamps?”
“Yes, mam...”
Two seconds later, at the food stamp machine-
“Oh, right! The card doesn't work, you'll have to punch in the numbers.” A smile.
All twenty of them.
Five seconds later- “Mam, your food stamps have run out. You'll have to-”
“Wasn't this on sale? I think we should check.”
“Last week it was, mam.”
“You don't have to be so harsh. Can I see the manager?”
And on and on and on.
My ff.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/~keokonaserel
Enjoy.
Again, FEEL VERY FREE TO DONATE TO MY LOLITA FUND.
Because Yazoo looks VERY good in a dress.
Obtained: Boots, necklace, and corset.
Need: Skirt and moolah for hair.
