Where's my fiddly-thing?

The first thing that's worth mentioning is that I'm not wearing my cross.

I wouldn't even notice, if it weren't for the fact that I unconcsiously fiddle with it constantly - I'm one of those people who can't sit in one spot without doing something (even if the doing something is merely listening to music or absent-mindedly fiddling with something) and I'm also one of those people who start to fiddle with things in an awkward situation. Also, an awkward situation, in my opinion, consists of a whole list of things.

Basically coming down to the fact that I fiddle with my cross constantly.

And to the fact that I've grown so used to it that it feels very odd to be without it. Since I can't fiddle with it. Because I don't have it on.

Look, I'm not a very, very, very religious person, but I like believing in a God. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. And I can't be friends with anyone who's not o-k with that, because then they're just being silly. Hey, I don't care if you worship Satan, as long as it makes you feel warm and fuzzy. But when you start minding other people's beliefs - especially when none of them really wish any harm to anything else - I start minding you.

Was working, there was supposed to be a new trainee, but she didn't show up. Had thought that her shift was next thursday. I, of course, was disappointed. Oh well. Maybe on saturday...