comfrey tea and bowel movements

hello peeps of the states-

yep. just like in the states, customers tell you more then you wanted to know about their lives. including a customer who told me she needed to go on a special diet for her bowels, no need to explain, just give me the list! i also got to encounter the eastern european woman who won't come into the shop but shouts her order from the sidewalk, "can i have my vegan ice cream!?" don't worry illean was back so she could help this woman, did i mention she won't let men wait on her? so like that, there were no new encounters with the allergian doctor, he didn't have many patients on tuesday. i have however gotten to encounter my boss, who hired...what a d-bag. so last week i was cleaning the shelves one way, and he told me no you don't need to do that, just straighten the shelves (i was taking everything off, dusting, checking dates, and putting things back on the shelf using first in, first out) today however (when i was going around straightening) i was chastised for this and told i needed to create a system and do one area of the store everyday (so essentially back to what i was doing my first week), i also find it frustrating because i have only gotten negative critisism from this boss.

so i left for lunch just so frustrated (it was also 82 F inside the store-no AC). i proceeded to tell my roommate at lunch how i didn't know what i was supposed to do, and she suggested i have a meeting with him. so maybe in a few days. when i came back from lunch and jack left for the afternoon, i talked to illean, she told me to take jack with a grain of salt, whenever he is in the store (which isn't very often, just do what he wants you to do) so one amon comes back from the world cup it might be better. illean told me i was doing really well, and i was picking things up quick and i understood what i needed to do, so at least i know that i am doing the job that one person wants me to do. after work i went for a walk through st. stephen's green, and i walked back home through wicklow street, i saw a sign up for a cook position at Cornicopia, a vegetarian resturant, so the plan is to update my CV tonight and drop it off there possibly during my lunch break and see if i can find myself a job i would love even more, i told fransesca and she said "oh babe, you would like this job even more!" so we will see, i won't quit the job i have unless i get a different job.

other then that, i might go to the temple pub tonight, i can only assume it is in temple bar, or i might just do some reading, it has been really hot (by dublin's standards) here in the city, not many places have AC.

i completely forgot about yesterday AM...as i was walking down the Quay on my way to work tuesday AM i walked by a young man who was proceeding to as they say "shoot up" his drug of choice right on the sidewalk on a busy street, i had no idea what to do but the next time i am phoning the garda and describing his clothing, this is disgusting to be doing right on the street, not to mention if there were children. it was also really sad, and really shows you how difficult having an addiction can be. my coworker illean said "perhaps he as diabetic..." in my head i was like "what are you crazy?", the alley behind my street has lots of heroin addicts, not to mention the same 2 young men sit down the block every morning trying to get money to get high. it is just a way of life here, and one more thing to accept and realize. my roommate paul is working in a fransiscan homeless shelter a couple of blocks away dealing first hand with these people so we will see what becomes of him.

there are many beautiful experiences as well as many eye opening experiences, i would not trade it for the world, even with my outrage, without this trip i would not have seen the things i have seen, experienced the irish culture ( which reminds me of a little joke from work, on tuesday i had to mop the floor, so i had to pick up the one rug we have, and i said where should i put this while i mop, and jack said "just leave it outside" and i said to him, "won't someone steal it?" and he responded, "the irish wouldn't steal the rug, it would look to much like work." and there my friends seems to be the irish work ethic, of some, not all). so until the next time, hopefully something more exciting will happen.

xoxo,
christie