i am drinking tea right now, if i could i would would drink Tea as well (she's just so sweet).
please forgive the whole MIA business; i have been incredibly busy with grand forth dimensional thoughts, and having wonderful arguements over just how normal i believe i am.
i quit (or shall i say gave up) the job as manager at this boutique. Too many misguided politics and the boss was an idiot, nice, but fairly slow for someone of her age. i suppose i should have known better when she told me she had worked there for 23years and just now she has been promoted and how she "over" hired an awesome amount of managers for one store.
i tried to get a job bagging old rich peoples' groceries at this posh market, however, the manager said that it would be ridiculous for me at my age to do such. i explained that the job was a experiment and she made me a cashier...i start on sunday. why would i want such a job you ask? well, i have seen a lot of employment in my time and regardless of my education this job offers no responsibility and allows for me to remain anonimous.
plus, ma francais est mal.
i am working on a side-project from my book (another excuse to procrastinate it's completion) it is book of notes, useless, unrelevant, and absurd little notes. it is actually quite fun and i am thinking of recording as a book-on-tape sort of thing. there may or may not be a little snippet about a vomiting bulgarian amoungst other retardation.
that's all.
please forgive the whole MIA business; i have been incredibly busy with grand forth dimensional thoughts, and having wonderful arguements over just how normal i believe i am.
i quit (or shall i say gave up) the job as manager at this boutique. Too many misguided politics and the boss was an idiot, nice, but fairly slow for someone of her age. i suppose i should have known better when she told me she had worked there for 23years and just now she has been promoted and how she "over" hired an awesome amount of managers for one store.
i tried to get a job bagging old rich peoples' groceries at this posh market, however, the manager said that it would be ridiculous for me at my age to do such. i explained that the job was a experiment and she made me a cashier...i start on sunday. why would i want such a job you ask? well, i have seen a lot of employment in my time and regardless of my education this job offers no responsibility and allows for me to remain anonimous.
plus, ma francais est mal.
i am working on a side-project from my book (another excuse to procrastinate it's completion) it is book of notes, useless, unrelevant, and absurd little notes. it is actually quite fun and i am thinking of recording as a book-on-tape sort of thing. there may or may not be a little snippet about a vomiting bulgarian amoungst other retardation.
that's all.
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trahern:
Grr, called to dinner and now I can't remember what I was going to say. Remind me later.
tex13:
Good luck, i sure wouldn't want to be a casher again. I did the Wal-Mart job for 3 years during college, I was in sporting goods so I did not run a register all day, just when we checked out our customers, but I sure hated all the bitchy people.