Sunday, Sept. 04, 2005

Last week I went into an art store to get a certain, specific type of paper. For some reason the drawer where it's kept was no longer labeled. Luckily, I knew where to find it anyways. But then I found that some idiot had put a code-tag thing on every single piece. And I wanted to buy the whole freaking package. About 80 sheets. That would mean taking off 80 freaking stickers. It wasn't stickered the last time. ugh.

I turned toward the employee near me to ask for assistance. He was stocking shelves. He Took Out His Earphones (?!?!?!) and went and got some other girl. She didn't know anything. So she flagged down another retard who made pained faces because girl #1 was asking her to help a customer. What an asswipe. So she sulked over and told me that she didn't have any unstickered paper, and they always do it that way. I told her it wasn't stickered last time I bought it. She said, "Oh, well I wouldn't know, I've only worked here a about a month."

WHAT?!? I wanted to say, "Ok, thanks fuckwad, get lost you retard." But I just said, "Ok, thanks." and turned away from her before I could snap her twig arms in two. or four. whatever. So I sat down to take a few stickers off so I could buy some. I didn't feel like tracking this paper down somewhere else. (And I didn't feel like taking the stickers off at home - I felt like having mself a little fit right there, taking off stickers in a huff. I know, I'm awful.) While sitting there I watched 2 other customers try to buy paper that none of the retards had ever heard of before.

It made me want to work there actually. I guess it would suck to work around idiots, but I could manage that paper department, and not sticker things, and I could know about every kind of paper in the world! yeah! I just have such good memories of working retail before. Everyone thinks I'm crazy. They tell me I'll hate it. Maybe they're right, I dunno. I did it before and seemed to like it just fine. Other people seem to love teaching and I hate it.

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Yesterday the band performed a gig. It was alright. I think I might have liked things better without a bassist. Tomorrow we play as well. The guitarist just called and left a message, giving me the address. huh? I guess he hasn't been listening. I've played there three times before. The bassist also made a point of telling me how "hard core" that place is. What an ass. I should have answered him, "Oh it is? Well then, make sure you wear your wallet chain!!" hahaha

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I've been seeing back to school ads everywhere and it feels WONDERFUL to feel nothing about it. It has nothing to do with me! First time in 8 years. Actually, it would be the first time in 26 years, right? I've been going to school, in some form or another, since I entered kindergarten. Imagine if I never set foot in a school from here on out? What a glorious thought. Who knows though. Money and security are nice things to have.

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