Why I'm rich despite being broke

My father just handed me a necklace made of fingers. Literally.

Well, finger bones. My grandfather was a crazy guy. Really cool. He used to travel around and visit Native American Tribes and trade with them. He collected what he got. My grandmother has so much stuff from my grandfather's travels that she was able to give away half of it (to a museum) and sell a great deal of it, and still have enough left over to fill a three story house. Seriously. The few things that she's given to my father and my family is all in a display case in the living room, and worth more than my rather large house, twice over. What's amazing is that a lot of the things are things that can't legally be sold--ivory necklaces, eagle claws, eagle feathers, etc. It's amazing.

That's why it makes sense that my dad just gave me a finger-bone necklace. I actually asked for it. I also got a Chinaman's queue (Which is very weird, but I thought it was intensely interesting, and my father assured me that the man himself wasn't killed in the process. But a queue isn't half as weird as a shrunken head, and there are people who collect those as well), a tiny little necklace with eagle claws on it, possible a turquoise ring or two and a bunch of real arrowheads. It's awesome.

Work today was much less horrible than yesterday, even though I messed up like.. two orders and felt horrible. But that was after 5 hours of working and my brain was pretty fried. Francis still won't give me a schedule (which has been an issue the last three days) and just tells me what time to come in the next day. I think he just believes that I don't have a social life (saddly a true assumption at the moment, what with none of my friends living nearby anymore) but with the couple of friends I'd like to hang out with, I can't make plans. That's annoying. Blah.