Today at work I had the pleasure of dealing with several people who, because we wouldn't replace free of charge items that they had owned for 8 months and then broken, declared that they would no longer shop at Radioshack. I'm honestly surprised that such people would even request free things, since handouts are the bastion of bleeding heart liberals. Man, I fucking hate Alpharetta.
Anyway, after work today I, along with my coworkers and every other employee in the Georgia/ Alabama area, was shanghaied into attending a meeting at the district office. Of course, it was a lot more like the pep rallies I used to skip in high school than a meeting, and even more like a stupid team building scavenger hunt excersize than a meeting. I eventually had enough of the damn game and grabbed all the items from the table where the teams who had completed the challenge had set them, turned them in, failed to win a cellphone (suprise!), and went on my merry way.
Thankfully my buddy Stephen threw a party tonight, so I had a place to defrag the terrors of the day. The highlight of the evening was when we saw, on an excursion to Taco Bell and Wendy's, a Nisson Z with a vanity plate that read "ZLATINO." Awesome. Seriously awesome. Oh, and the time that some random fucktard told Steve's ex that he wanted to fuck her and upset her so badly that she left, and he said all of this while standing right next to Steve, and Steve bitched him out? That was hilarious, too.
And now, thanks to the combined influences of my roommate and Jose Cuervo, I'm going to drunkenly pass out.
Anyway, after work today I, along with my coworkers and every other employee in the Georgia/ Alabama area, was shanghaied into attending a meeting at the district office. Of course, it was a lot more like the pep rallies I used to skip in high school than a meeting, and even more like a stupid team building scavenger hunt excersize than a meeting. I eventually had enough of the damn game and grabbed all the items from the table where the teams who had completed the challenge had set them, turned them in, failed to win a cellphone (suprise!), and went on my merry way.
Thankfully my buddy Stephen threw a party tonight, so I had a place to defrag the terrors of the day. The highlight of the evening was when we saw, on an excursion to Taco Bell and Wendy's, a Nisson Z with a vanity plate that read "ZLATINO." Awesome. Seriously awesome. Oh, and the time that some random fucktard told Steve's ex that he wanted to fuck her and upset her so badly that she left, and he said all of this while standing right next to Steve, and Steve bitched him out? That was hilarious, too.
And now, thanks to the combined influences of my roommate and Jose Cuervo, I'm going to drunkenly pass out.