Work. It helps and hinders

The days all seem to be melting together in this chilling wind and when I walk into the door, any door I am pulled in all directions at once.
Eight hours of my day today was taken up working, more if you count all of the 'work' I did at home before I left.
I like folding shirts and all but if I did this of my own volition it would be borderline obsessive. It's my job to be obsessive about how neat the clothes are in the store, I guess thats why they've scheduled me three closing shifts since I've been at my new job these past three weeks.
I am slightly disappointed today. This is the second real conversation that I had with one of the guys from work and he is the only one I've met thus far, who is witty, well read [English/Poetry Major], impishly funny and at the same time considerate and charming, plus a good conversationalist and, just my luck, he is leaving to take a job in Cincinnati.
I believe he's going to be a teacher, not that I dislike teachers or anything, on the contrary I quite like them, but I wish I could have talked with this fellow a little bit more. I'm quite starved for decent cultural and literary discussions and would really enjoy a good critique of literature, among other things...
Well, sleep is what I'm striving for at the moment.