Lots to say, so pay attention

After having abandoned my blog/writing scrapbook for over a year I have decided the time has come to hold myself accountable for Amy's executive decree #7,432: Amy will not continue to call herself a writer, or work toward that god damn creative writing degree until she actually picks up a pen or gets to a keyboard and composes something other than an email. I've issued countless of these orders to myself since I began at LSU in 2002, and to date I have failed in just about every one of them. It's all well and good to realize you've overdrawn your bank account and, in a blind panic, apply anywhere that's hiring for some extra hours, but that sort of attitude only lands you a job at CVS pharmacy working in the photolab, where you get no training and end up selling cigarettes and listening to the sort of people who, previously, you were too much of an intellectual snob to even acknowledge as part of your universe.
Maybe it was just the sort of kick in the ass I needed, though. Sure I've had retail jobs before, some of them rather crap, but if this is something I thought was a viable option for myself, no matter how much I needed the money, than something has fallen even more than my bank balance. It's a humiliation, I have to admit, as awful as that might make me sound to some people; this is not what I should be devoting my energies to, and I know it too well to even pretend that this job can be a good thing, "just to pay the bills." Granted, until I find something else and pay my (please God) last semester of college, I do have to stay there, but I intend to be as (silently) contemptuous as possible the entire time, so I don't forget how much I'm embarrassing myself. I wrote up an account of my first day there earlier this week, I think it deserves to be seen.