Jackson Lowell (force_of_mind) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-14 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-22 |
Slow Progress?
Who: Blake and Jackson
Where: The bookstore and then the restaurant
When: Monday evening, dinner time
There were people who hated their jobs. People who hated their jobs a lot. Those people needed to not work for about a week, deal with their sister being missing for most of that week, and go through the whole cycle of emotions that Jackson and the rest of his family, as well as all the other people who had gone through what he had gone through. Then they would really appreciate a job. Unless they had paid vacation days… in which case they wouldn’t have to worry about a hole in their wallet caused from multiple days off with no pay. Then they could hate their jobs all they wanted.
Also putting a hole in his wallet? The present he got for Annabelle. Who knew bracelets could be so expensive? It was like buying an entirely new gaming system. Okay, a portable gaming system as opposed to a console system, but still, it wasn’t cheap. Did he regret it? No, he did not. Annabelle was his girlfriend. She was worth it. Although it did set a precedence for future gifts… hopefully it worked both ways. Would it matter if it didn’t? Probably not. Really, what would Jack do with a bracelet? Or some other piece of jewelry? He wasn’t a jewelry guy. She’d be lucky, though. His birthday was in December… which gave her five and a half months to really understand what he liked and use that knowledge to get him something good. Jack? Jack had like ten days. Shafted, he was. It all turned out okay… at least he hoped it did.
Throughout the day, Jackson had to field questions from coworkers and customers. Scarlet Oak was a small town. The people who he worked with, of course, knew what had happened to his family. But there were people that he knew from high school… a few of them were spending time with their families while they were home from college for the summer. People that he didn’t even like all that much asked him how his sister was. He wouldn’t have minded them not asking, of course, but he knew that they were actually showing some concern, which was appreciated. It was at its worst in the morning, but by the end of the shift he really didn’t have to deal with it all that much.
One thing he hadn’t really taken into account? The way that a 40 hour a week job would cut into his social life. And why would he think about it before? It wasn’t like he really had much of one before that… Now it seemed like he would need to micromanage his time better. As it stood, he had already said that he would meet up with Blake for that meal that they had intended on doing the day that Myra was found but never got around to.
Jackson clocked out and walked outside of the bookstore, where he waited by his car, looking for a familiar sight.