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So yeah...Night shift should never be given anything more complicated than writing their name...they seem to be able to do that part right....all over the podium I work off of. Along with their names, they leave me such deep and thoughtful phrases such as "Young an gettin it" and "Gimme dat!".

Now after blowing my mind with such deep and insightful commentary for me to read...all damn day...I find that Night Shift has also left me obscenely fuddled and mixed purchase orders. How cute, they found out I'm a masochist. Not to mention I love running the risk of being written up daily because one of the Ops managers has decided that pretty much any wrong doing throughout the warehouse hs to be the fault of either myself or the shipping supervisor in my area.

But enough of my newfound, unbound affection for idiocy. I have recently discovered a true affection for beer...the very same drink I had vowed must be a horrid way of expressing how manly you are to drink the absolute worst tasting shit on earth...I'll be damned that once you get past the cheap stuff and into the ones that my family also refers to as "That expensive stuff" that apparently I should hate because it's more than $1 per beer, some of it actually tastes pretty damn good. Of course then one of my less cultured friends, who is quickly becoming a death metal redneck, informed me I should try MORE of the cheap beer because it has a huge alcohol content...Silly me wanting taste over drunkeness. *sigh*

Ok, enough with my rambling ranting. The moral of today's story is: Don't be an idiot and drink the good shit!