The problem with working long hours.

Today, I worked 17 hours. Yesterday, I worked 11. I will only work 7 hours tomorrow, but Thursday I have two 8 hour shifts, and then a 5 hour shift at night. Friday is the same, but Saturday I only work 6 hours, and Sunday another 6. Yeah, I have 4 jobs. Why you ask? Good question. I hate being at home alone. I like the people that I work with most of the time, I get to meet new people, and I like the money. Sure, I don't get much sleep, but when I get the chance, that's all I really do. I have more money in my bank account than I know what to do with, I have everything that I want, but I am only marginally happy. I know, nobody cares, and I don't expect you too..........but this is my blog and I can talk about anything I want. The only thing that makes me happy really, is sex. Something else that I haven't had in a while now. I have had encounters, a couple of which I have talked about on here, but damn, I guess I am just too picky. Well, not really picky I guess, but I want more I guess. No, not love, but more sex. I can't explain it. Okay enough of that shit. Gotta tell you what happened today. One of my jobs is working in a bookstore/music store. My hours are all over the place, and I try to work the later shifts. So, I get to work at 3, clock in, check in with the manager and walk out to the sales floor to check the registers. As I am walking through one of the book aisles, this girl who looks all of about 12 asks me where the self help books are. I ask her which self help books she is looking for exactly, and she tells me that she is looking more for books on relationships and sex. But she didn't say sex, I can't remember the word she used, but she meant sex. Well, there is a young adult section (Tweens, teenagers, etc) that I take her too, and there are some of those book there. She tells me that she is looking for more mature subject matter. I try to explain to her that those books are intended for adults over 18 when she stops me. She asks me how old I think she is (not in a nice way either), and in my best customer service voice, I tell her that I did not know her age, but I was trying to steer her in to age appropriate content. Again, in a not so pleasant voice, asks me how old I think she is. Now, when I say she looks about 12, that is being a little sarcastic, but honestly, I didn;t think she looked a day over 14. 15 was a total stretch. She pulls her drivers license out of her back pocket and she is 23. I am blown away. But then I started to ask myself, if I thinks she is that young, everybody is probably thinking she is that young, and you get used to that sort of thing. I know for a fact that I don't look 21, and probably won't for a few more years. I am used to getting carded, I am used to people thinking I am 17.........I use it to my advantage. But not her, she was pissed that I didn't know she was "of age". Whatever, she was a cute girl, and I ran in to her twice more through the store. She went back to being nice, but the only thing I could think of was "If I had sex with her, and if I think she looks like she is 14, is that like actually fucking a 14 year old? no, really? Does it. Just something to ponder. I mean, I have had much older men hit on me, and most of them have made comments that I look much younger than 21, or 20 or 19 or whatever age I was when they hit on me. Once you make that comment to me, all I can think about is "you are a perv who wants to fuck High School girls." So, yeah., there is my rant for the night.