But I Digress.

It has been an inexcusably long time since I have regailed you with my lively stories. My apologies. My only excuse is that I had about 4-5 days in a row off, so I had nothing to write about, and then I've been working close to the last two weeks solid, so I've had zero time to write.

Let's see, there's all sorts of little nuggets from the 'mart I could report, but if you'll excuse this little foray into self-examination, I think I'll skip the majority of them. I'm noticing that my life is being more and more consumed by stories of KMart, and I don't want that to happen. It seems like all I do is say things like, "So the other day at KMart . . ." and I refuse to let this job--this excuse for a paycheck--seep into my life and become an acceptable part of it.

On the other side of my life, the part that doesn't revolve around white collared shirts and being infuriatingly chipper no matter what, I'm doing okay. I'm still looking for jobs, and I'm still a little depressed every now and then that nothing's happening on that front, but there's a lot of good in my life right now. Of course, the majority of my free time has been consumed lately with devouring Charlaine Harris' southern vampire series. (Eric--yummy).

What I really need to be doing is writing my play. I've redone Act I, and I need to rewrite Act II so we can workshop it before the end of the semester. Hopefully I'll light a literary fire under my own ass and pen something this week. At least a scene. Maybe more. It's the tricky unwinding-messy-plot point, though, so it's difficult. I'm also worried it won't be long enough, but we'll see on that I guess. Only way to tell is to start writing. I'm hoping that if they do indeed produce it, as the current plan is, that it will get accepted into at least the regional competition. This could be the door that I need to get through to do something besides tell stories about KMart. Once this one is finished, I have the bare bones of a comedy I want to start. Hopefully my humor, which tends to go over the heads of my esteemed coworkers, will translate into an intelligent, witty play.

One can dream. And since the blog is supposed to chronicle my journey through my mundane job, I will offer this bit of funny: (a piece of flair I found on Facebook) "Jesus Saves [when he shops at KMart]."