In regards to the sui-spam I found in my email:
I swear to god, I'll buy it one of these days Missy. I'm po'h, paying $100 a week for gas on a less than 300 a week paycheck.... And the new Rolling Stones cd kicks ass, so I had to have it, which totally means I probably will be living on Ramen until the gas prices go down... I've been here for five years... you know I'm good for it baby.
I swear to god, I'll buy it one of these days Missy. I'm po'h, paying $100 a week for gas on a less than 300 a week paycheck.... And the new Rolling Stones cd kicks ass, so I had to have it, which totally means I probably will be living on Ramen until the gas prices go down... I've been here for five years... you know I'm good for it baby.
I've moved into my new apartment. Its pretty nice. My room is about 15'x15' with an 8' high ceiling, a small closet and an adjoining porch. I'm really happy with it, especially because its truly dark in here at night, and stays that way until past sunrise, so I sleep much better than I used to.
My cat is freaking out. He spent the first three hours here curled up under the bed, facing the wall. Other than the vet's office, he's never been outside the old house.
My cat is freaking out. He spent the first three hours here curled up under the bed, facing the wall. Other than the vet's office, he's never been outside the old house.
So yeah, my mom held a black mass in the backyard last night. Seriously. Its really distressing.
That is all.
That is all.
People just don't make any sense sometimes.
This afternoon, as I was putting away cds in the international section, I spied a metal object lying on the top shelf of the r-various artists rack. Curious, I picked the object up and gave it a once-over.
Y'arr, thought I in a salty dog inrernal monologue, What devilry be this?
It appeared to have been some kind of mounting plate or possible a handle from a drawer. On closer inspection, I noticed that the back of the object was covered in tape, as if to provide its user with a better grip. One end of the object appeared to have been sharpened down like a gouging chisel.
Be it the scurvey? I asked myself. No, the scurvey be disease. Be it a booty? No, booty be round and inviting.
Suddenly, I remembered my Oz.
"SHIVER ME TIMBERS!" I exclaimed, loudly (as indicated by the capitalization) "It be a shiv! A shank! An improvised prison or hobo knife used to stab inmates or railroad security guards (or in this case, assumably to cut the security tags of our merchandise and possibly tickle my ribs, should I i try to stop them)."
I took the shiv out back and showed it to Jay and Luc. They concurred. It was definitely a shiv.
So now that I work in an environment in which the customers feel the need to arm themselves with shivs, regardless of the fact that the Army Barracks Surplus Store next door sells knives, I am in the market for some soap on a rope so I can use the employee washroom without having to worry about becoming someone's bitch.
This afternoon, as I was putting away cds in the international section, I spied a metal object lying on the top shelf of the r-various artists rack. Curious, I picked the object up and gave it a once-over.
Y'arr, thought I in a salty dog inrernal monologue, What devilry be this?
It appeared to have been some kind of mounting plate or possible a handle from a drawer. On closer inspection, I noticed that the back of the object was covered in tape, as if to provide its user with a better grip. One end of the object appeared to have been sharpened down like a gouging chisel.
Be it the scurvey? I asked myself. No, the scurvey be disease. Be it a booty? No, booty be round and inviting.
Suddenly, I remembered my Oz.
"SHIVER ME TIMBERS!" I exclaimed, loudly (as indicated by the capitalization) "It be a shiv! A shank! An improvised prison or hobo knife used to stab inmates or railroad security guards (or in this case, assumably to cut the security tags of our merchandise and possibly tickle my ribs, should I i try to stop them)."
I took the shiv out back and showed it to Jay and Luc. They concurred. It was definitely a shiv.
So now that I work in an environment in which the customers feel the need to arm themselves with shivs, regardless of the fact that the Army Barracks Surplus Store next door sells knives, I am in the market for some soap on a rope so I can use the employee washroom without having to worry about becoming someone's bitch.
Its been an odd week. Comapred to the toil of the last month, things were downright easy at work the last few days. I was sent home early on Tuesday and Wednesday due to suspiciously small shipments and our new, able bodied and competant staff. I could have gone home at 4pm today, but I opted to stick around for the remaining 5 hours to keep my paycheck healthy.
A couple of bottom feeders are trying to sue my parents over bullshit that doesn't even involve them.
A couple of bottom feeders are trying to sue my parents over bullshit that doesn't even involve them.
