Singin’ dolla dolla bill, ya’ll

I’m not much of a believer in karma or any of that stuff. Or whatever. But today I ended up working with this girl who’s a total gloom and not the kind of person I’d ever want in my regular company. In one of the theaters we were cleaning today, there was a particular row that was trashed beyond relief. She complained and whined about how pathetic people were. Though I silently agreed, it wasn’t exactly news to me. You kind of learn early on that working at a movie theater makes you realize just how much of a pig the human being is. I just nodded nonchalantly, hoping she would shut up and just clean the damned row.

But she didn’t, of course. She picked up some of the garbage but most of the popcorn was left for me to sweep. Well, lo and behold! I found a $5 bill in this particular messy row. Needless to say, I was all grins and happily swept up the messy row.

And now it’s nearly 1 in the morning and I have so much packing and cleaning and organizing to do. As much as I wanted this day, my last day in the United States, to come, I think deep down part of me was just hoping for more time. To get my life in order or something. My room is a total disaster zone and I have no idea what I’m packing. Or how I should be packing. Yada yada yada!!!