Take This Job Before I Look Like This

Mama camel at the Zoo here in good ole' Millawakay, Veesconsin. She just had a baby in the last couple months. I must say, THANK GOD humans don't look like that after birthing a child. Ok, my hair strongly resembeled mama camel until I got home to my own shower!

I learned from Dooce not to talk about work online in your blog. You should really go check out her page. She is one of the funniest people I have ever never met. Perhaps someday.

Back to hating my job. I just hated it tonight. It wasn't even the customers this time HA!!! I better stop talking about it or I'll let it all out and if I do that, I'm sure some fool at my work will see this and that'll be the end of grocery cashiering.

I hated my job tonight. In case you missed that earlier. I HATED MY JOB TONIGHT. Ok I'm so tired that I originally typed I hated my john. I don't have one of those and I wouldn't make enough money to have a john. HAHAHA Then I typed I hated my bob. I don't know who Bob is but I don't hate you.

Ok I must get sleep

Comments

I Can't Wait

I know of no one who agrees with me that Jason Mewes is hot. This is a bad example and this is definately NOT hot. That's ok though. I remember the good, forget the bad. I make no excuses for my taste*. For fans of Clerks , Chasing Amy , Dogma , Jay and Silent Bob , etc , check it out: P.S. I've been working 'til 11 or midnight most nights so I'm pooped. I'll blog more. I promise. Was I missed though? * Or lack thereof to some people

This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who ...

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