sleazy_e

I have a whole frigging lot of jobs. To say I have a shit load of jobs doesn't quite describe it. I have an entire ass load of jobs. Seriously, it's silly. I have so many jobs that I didn't even list them all in the occupation section because I didn't feel like typing any more.

Anywho, one of the unlisted jobs is working at a friend's store that sells ink & toner for printers. It's pretty damn boring, but I get to come and go as I please. Work whatever days I want. That alone makes it a keeper.

He's done pretty well for himself with this store. So well, that we are moving into a bigger store. Which is nice, we'll have more room. However, that means we have to move out of the old store. Not so nice. There is shit that has been laying around and forgotten for years. Ugh. It's filthy.

I'm still feeling the lingering effects of the flu, and I just went to blow my nose. When I did, I had a bit of a surprise. I thought I finally blew my brains out. Tissue was red. ACK!!! Then I realized it wasn't red, it was magenta... and cyan... and yellow... and black. Frigging toner powder! It's every where. I got a shower between jobs, but apparently I didn't clean INSIDE MY HEAD!!!

Here, I'm about to fill my shorts because I'm thinking my brain is hemorrhaging, and it's just more toner powder. Granted, I may have been overreacting, (hemorrhaging?) but since I'm hopped up on this fed and that Quil, my brain isn't firing on all cylinders.

You win this round, Mr. Toner Powder!