Guitar Center is retarded. I tried to sell something to a customer of mine from back in Baltimore and I couldn't. Why? Because GC is retarded. I have done it at least 20 times before and now it is a no-no. Corporate also has a knack of rolling out a new way we are to do business, we do it, it fails, then we go back to the way we have always been doing it. I also got shit today because I kinda flipped out on a manager. He was literally the 5th person to ask me if something was done and the 5th person I told that we are working on it. And I was going to be asked again, I was going to plant my foot in someones ass. He didn't like that. Lucky for him I don't hold grudges for more than a couple of hours.
I really need to get the fuck out of there
I will spoiler the next part because frankly most of you will find it gross. ***WARNING*** gross medical stuff inside...
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No one really knows this but I have
psoriasis. It is not pretty and it is not curable. Don't worry it is genetic, not contagious. I have had it since I was a kid and it comes and goes. Everything I take for it works wonders for a while, looks good for a couple of months and then it starts to creep back. Each time it gets a little worse and my body gets use to the last medication so it no longer becomes effective. I try something new and start all over again. Well, guess which part I am at right now... the worst part. Imagine having poision ivy really bad all over and it never goes away. It itches like crazy! but of course when you scratch it, it bleeds... everywhere and then nothing but pain. I usually look like I just murdered someone from all the blood on my hands. I have actually pushed a thumb tack all the way into a bad area hoping to kill the nerve ending and stop the pain. And I have a fairly high threshold of pain. I had a bone set in my hand (5th metacarpal) with no anesthetic. So to say this is painful is not being overstated. It fucks with my sleep, my self-esteem and my quality of life. I find my self getting irritable quickly and increasingly unsociable. I have an appointment with the dermatologist Monday Morning. I am ready for evasive action. If he says that stabbing my liver with rusty nails will help, I'll bring the fuck claw hammer. The better it gets, the more I will be on here. I usually don't like to talk to anybody on the internet (email and SG) when this is going on. I guess it is part of my mental deconstruction. So don't worry if you don't hear from me for a while. I'll be back here and there.
Now I have to go wash my hands again before the cops come and take me away.
Over and out...
