Dear Diary,
Man I hate working.
I think it’s mostly the whole social scene there. I’m not on the a-list of personalities at Walmart so Im given a smile and a “hi” and its back to business. I do have some people who will occasionally pay attention to me there, though. Eric, Bill, and Amy are people I can talk to w/out having to feel the need to prove who I am…to an extent. Eric is an old guy who works the closing shift in the sporting goods section and is probably my closest friend. Mostly when I talk to people, I like to give them the parts of my personality that I think they’ll like about me. I don’t necessarily tell them everything, just what I think they want to hear. I think that’s the best way to go considering my social status at school. No one wants to hear how I get beat up all the time. Anyways, this way, I look good and they are semi-interested. But there’s a problem. Im not that interesting. I don’t have the ability to switch topics and have some kind of anecdote about every little thing we talk about. I tried to tell them about my friend from the bathroom stall I talked about it in my last diary entry, but they just stared at me with a glazed look on their faces when I mentioned all of our cool, hilarious sayings about chodes and stuff. It was probably over their heads.
I love to listen to other people. Especially when they’re telling me about their personal problems. It shows they’re human and can confide in me. It makes me feel kinda important. Like when Paul was asking me for advice with Amy (#2). He was really hanging on every word I gave him. I told him exactly how I felt and I hoped it helped him. I wanted to ask him about my problems with that Asshole Jock Bo who keeps picking on me but I didn't. Last week Bo was hanging around the locker room before gym class and I knew something was up. Usually I make sure I'm the last one out of the locker room or the first if I get there early enough because I don't like to change in front of anyone. Well he kept hanging around me and waiting for me to come out of the locker room. Well sure enough, as soon as I got into the gym he pantsed me in front of the whole class. And even Coach Smith was laughing. Oh well, back to work…