Booze, Neo-Nazis, the Fair, and Anna

I've started a second job at a liquor store. I kind of just fell into it because the owner is a distant relative by law who asked me to work for him. No application or interview or anything, just several phone calls, most of which were missed. The job itself is really awesome. It basically consists of me reading or watching TV, restocking whatever sells, and turning away minors and the noticably intoxicated. Mostly I read whatever I'm reading at the time (right now it's a sort of intro to the big names in western philosophy book) and get into long conversations with hobos. At first I was worried about my total ignorance in the area of alcohol, but it turns out that the store's clientel mostly buys 40s and four dollar pints of vodka. So I'm good.

Remember how I said that the owner was a distant relative by law? Well, he's more directly related to my mom. Can you guess where this is heading? That's right. My mom and I work at the same liquor store. This, as I've told Anna, makes me feel a bit like a character from "My Name is Earl." But I suppose there are characters from worse storylines to resemble.

The other night, one of the regulars -- an especially large, muscular, and amiable man -- came into the store. He asked if I was the other ladies son. I said that I was. He said that she's a really awesome lady. In fact, everyone who's ever worked at this liquor store is f*cking awesome! He introduced himself and told me about a couple of the things that my lovely mother told him about me. As I was giving him his change, I noticed one of his many tattoos. I hesitated, but eventually asked, "Are those 'S's on your neck?" He said, "Yea. Neo-style!" I told him to have a nice night. So, my mom is warming up to and sharing information about me with some Neo-Nazi and God knows who else. Yesssssss.

Anyway, today I didn't really do anything. I saw Anna this morning, took a long nap, tooled around online, walked Bandit, cleaned my room a bit, and so on. I went out of my way to be solitary and talk as little as possible to as few people as possible. It was really nice. I feel more energized now than I have over the last couple of weeks. Tomorrow I am going to go speak with the Registrar about transfering a class from CSU that they didn't but which is necessary for a math degree and then, later, go to the fair with Anna. (That last part will be a lot of fun.)