Dancing at Target

I am slightly excited to have this blog. Why, you ask. I'll tell you. It's because I know that no one will ever read it. That is so freeing. I love the idea of being able to post my thoughts in the world, but not sending it directly to readers of the the world. Today as well as several times before, but today especially, I boogey-woogeyed in Target. We have these monkeys and frogs that play tunes at a very nice decibal. Today the "little Shorty, it's your birthday" was there. I think the froggie man said the name of the title is "In Da' Club." hehehe I was working with Chet and we were groovin' as good as two redheaded gangstahs can. :0) The first day I grooved was with Burnadette. The music monkey was there then. He was playing "Temperature" by Sean Paul. It was so great! Bernadette is from Kenya. She's about 38 years old and she is...a gem. I love working with her. We were having dance parties when we had no guests.

Target, Target. It's so amazing how different this year at Target has been compared to my previous years at work. I think...perhaps I have just grown up and realized that you don't try and fight the clock. While you are at work, you just enjoy work as best as you can and there you have it. I think I have also learned (this time through) that work will never be fun. Work will never zoom by. If you want work to be fun and you want the time to go by at a reasonable rate you don't (necessarily) need to try and work harder you need to build relationships and enjoy the people. I think that's what's different for me this year. The people. I know people now. I pray for people. I talk to people. I hope that that see Jesus not me. I am afraid that I make myself to be too much of a character. They all know and could (probably) guess that I am "Christian," but do they know that Jesus saves? Do they know that their sin separates them from their Creator?

I still have no where to live. I think this will be my online and public thought tank. I just love typing and I love to pretend that it's going out to people who will read it, but I know there is no one...and yet there is that possibility and so I write to that possibility of a "someone" who is reading. Hello to you, pretend person! Thank you for your presence. I hope to visit you again and often because I should remember my password now. :0)