I'm on my lunch-break at work and I drove home. To write this. Among other things. Eat some Jell-o...some Pringles... Etcetera. It was raining a little while I drove and I looked up, and it was a beautiful sunny day. Amazing. I really appreciate the Lord's work. It's beautiful. Especially when I've had to do some hard stuff like this. I listened to this other cashier lady tell me how a lady snatched the receipt out of her hand because she wasn't going quick enough, even though she had a full line of people, and threatened to tell her manager, hot and angry. Impatient. I hate having to deal and cater to people's impatience and imperfections. And selfishness. I don't want to do cashiering anymore. I know the Lord told me that I will be at Wal-Mart for no more than a year, but I've been asking Him to reduce the amount of time I have to be here. He does that. Very merciful. And I'd like to transfer to another department and do something else. Did I ever tell you about my series? I've been writing this story in my head since I was 12. I'd love to have a chance to write it all down. But it'll have to wait, I suppose. I wonder how my friend Christian's been getting along. He's been writing his since he was 8. I don't even want to know how long it is now that he's had the time to actually write it. Oh well, I better get back to working. Talk to you...
