A good birthday

So it was my birthday yesterday. I know, the fourth of July! Most people react with shock and amazement, but I kinda got used to it so its pretty normal. I've spent my birthday al over the world because it's right in midsummer, and this one was a relaxed day at home, with my family. I got a new computer, many beautiful flowers, iPod speakers, pants, and tons of pens and a watch. It was a nice birthday, with a sunny day and a nice lunch followed by my favorite food in the world: ice cream. Then at night there were tons of fireworks and I was sooo happy on my day it was all great.

Today tha fantasy was over and I had to back to work where I had to check that every book in the store had the security tag to make sure no one stole any books, which people will still be doing. On top of that I had to help the most odious old woman ever, who rushed in and shouted at me for half an hour while I showed her every book we had for her grand daughter's birthday she'd forgotten about. She didn't like anything and she kept hollering "You have to find me something for her!" from a chair while I rushed around showing her a gazillion books, agendas, puzzles, and other stuff. I then proceeded to pack what she had gudgingly acceptd to buy, only to have her tell me that the package was terrible and that I should do it again. The customer is not really, but figurativly, always right, so all I could do was throw the paper in the trash and wrap it all again. This time I stuffed it in a bag before giving it to her so she wouldn't see i and complain. After that I had to clean, and I came here to write to my loyal (although also non existant until now) readers. Sadly, I have to go eat, so I'll check back in tomorrow to report on more mishaps of my work on a Sunday that I wish to be home.

xoxo,

jen coop

Boooooring

Booored. That is the only word I can use to describe my feelings right now. Nothing interesting at work...just the same picky people that want a book, they don't know which one or about what, and they don't like any of the ones I show them. It's like if they think I can read their minds, and that I can do so in less than 10 minutes. But of course, I can't. And so I spend most of my day fetching for books that no one wants and satnding around while I dust bookshelves and try to read some books. Well I actually have nothing to say so I'm gonna log off, but I just wanted to write something to stay updated. Before I leave I just wanted to state this simple rule that I have deducted from expirience and plain pesimistic attitude:

1) No summer is the summer of your dreams. It is impossible to have that summer you dream off: the one in the beach, with your magically slimed body, your flawless skin, the wavy hair, the nice bikini, all your friends, party's, and the guy. It just dosn't happen. Unless it happenes to other people, and if that's the case, please write and tell me all about it because I'm convinced I won't be living that expirience.

xoxo,

jen coop

Deeply sorry and crimson

I know I´ve disapointed you and I'm sorry. Ok, I've disapointed myself, and probably no one else because nobody is following my stinky summer blog. But anyway ´'m going to pretend that in some remote corner of the world, a girls my age (teenager) has nothing to do and stumbles across this sorry blog, and is waiting to hear about my sorry events, which I have, of course, not posted. The reason is that I follow thorugh very little of the things I say I'm gonna do. For example, for two weeks now I have had this terrible mess on my desk and I promise myself very night that the next ,orning while I wait and watch bad TV till I go to work I will clean up the assortment of brochures, magazines, pens, books, etc. that litter my mohagony desk. However, it is still there, growing conspicuosly every day reminding me of my falky way of procrastinating.

Anyway, I had said I would post every day and I havent, but from now on I will try my best. So pretty much nothing big and embarissing has happened yet at the bookstore. Yes on my first day I did spill a water pitcher on the register (it survived, and so did I!) and I dropped an expensive painting as I was carrying it around to hang. A really cute guy walked in and asked for a book, and I (after cheking the computer) assured him that we did not have it. My very pretty coworker, who has been working there for a year now was standing behind me, and as I falunted what I hoped was a charming confident smile she told him that I was mistaken, and that the book was upstairs. As my skin turned the color of a nice sunset in LA she went upstirs with the boy and came back down gigglingn and giddy because he had sked her for her number. Another day I re-dropped the painting as I was taking it down, followed by a nasty display of a coughing fit that resembled ashma at the front of the store that I'm positive repelled some customers. I have been told to speak louder, softer, to spell correctly, to hold things tighter, but really no terible expirience has yet encountered me. So I guess you're lucky, because I can just feel all that bad luck that was bound to happen acumulating, and I know it will not end good.

I actually have to go now, maybe get some sleep and tomorrow I might actually find the right book for once, but I promise my readers (that I'm pretty sure don't exist yet YET being the opperative word here and what is keeping me hopefull) and myself that I will post tomorrow, a day in which the starts and planets are aligned to make my day hell (I checked the horoscopes on that).

Please keep coming and reading because you are the only hope that I do something productive this summer.

xoxo,

jen coop