Eugh, guns. God I hate working in a place that sells the damned things. I wish I didn't have to see them. I have to actually show them to people. It makes me anxious seeing people handle those things comfortably... and it makes me even more anxious seeing people handle them as if they've never even seen a gun before. >< I'm glad I don't actually have to be the person to go through the paperwork process and everything, I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Sure I've gotten more comfortable with the process, but I'm just hiding how uneasy it makes me feel.
It's not, I just haven't had the drive to really go look. If I really let it get to me I'd probably press to at least be moved to a different department, but... I dunno. I do plan to look for a new job this coming month, though. It'd be nice to see if I can't find something in daycare. I like being with kids.
Trying to draw all these different ponies is giving me head troubles. :I I am so not ready to post anything omg.
I just keep losing track of the story with how much I die and have to wander around to get back to where I had been.
I want and don't want that. I've played the first poker night game, knowing Strong Bad and the Heavy, but I just don't know the other two characters at all and it feels kind of weird, but whatever. The problem with Poker Night 2 will be the same thing, knowing some characters but not others.