Current Musical Selection: just the rain falling through the open window

werk is annoying. aggrivating even. tonight i spent my 6 hours putting stock away. stuff that should have been done 2 weeks ago; that should have definitely been taken care of during the reflow, but was just thrown in to carts and totes in the lockup area. i spent 3 hours going through it all, sorting out the lockup closet and putting shit out. shit we were out of; but wouldnt get replacements for because they were in the store... just not on the shelf. i didnt mind doing that so much. hiding away in a dark room, no windows, 1 door, no customers. but they couldnt leave me alone. they kept paging me out to deal with people for the stupidest reasons. it made the job take much longer than it should have. granted it should have been done weeks ago. stupid shit, like some ho-bag wanting to know if theres a difference between 6 foot and 10 foot printer cables. hmm. she should rethink this college thing. or cashiers who never read the ad's we have out. so when customers come up demanding sale prices, they have no clue. i dont even talk now. i just whip out a copy of the ad and slam my finger down on it... no fumbling, no searching, i memorized the ad items, why cant they?

so thats why they lock me away in a storage closet with high-ticket items. i suppose the microsoft shelf of software alone is worth a tidy sum... we had 12 copies of office xp pro.. at $599 a copy.. but never mind the shelves of digital cameras... shit so expensive i cant afford to open the box without someone elses signatures. but it was fun. even when they page me to deal with a hindu guy that cant understand the difference between DVD and CD-R. but it aggrivates me that we deal with a world of idiots, and must cater to them. i cant ever bitch slap someone and laugh because they are an idiot. i just have to smile and politely explain things 9 times to them. even then they dont get it. which is sad. because that means they wont buy a warranty on it. which means i get chewed out. which is sad that it has to come down to that.

but there was a bright spot to my day. some little boy with downs syndrome came up to me and gave me a hug. i stood there talking to his mother about printers, and he just kept hugging away at my leg. she tried to pull him off, but i told her it was ok. and it was. the little guy had a lot of energy, and he was pretty happy to show it off. maybe not all the customers are bad. just most of them.

random shit. i hate latin. it pisses me off. i do like bible class, i got an A back on my paper [done the night before... but i thought about what i was going to do with it off and on for 3 days]; i wish my car had gas in it. seems like its always on less than 1/4 tank; i dont understand why pens have to be pointed, sharp, or mash your fingers when you write with them; i cant understand people that dont speak clear english.... broken english is fine, but heavy accents aggrivate me; i cant ever remember to water my plants- ill end up killing one pretty soon; i wish people would break down and talk to me about whats going on, i feel so helpless about what i know is an issue[s] in their life, and we both know im the one to help them through that, besides ive got alot of things i want to confess to them; i kinda wonder why plastic stuff never caught on much before 15 years ago... especially the plastic pop bottles that wont shatter when i get pissed and toss them- cant say the same for printer/scanner/copiers though; i wish dvd's would come down in price... up the price of the players some, drop the movies... thats all that prevents me from converting now; i wish wed go back to using parallel ports for something... serial too; raincoats arent all that valuable to have, except on a night like this; god bless the man who created liquid bandage [like krazy glue, but with anti-bacterial poo in it]; fuck microsoft for charing so much damned money for a product [like office xp], and giving ZERO discounts on it before the launch of office 2003 on oct 21st; fuck microsoft in general; fuck lexmark more for making pieces of shit; hell... fuck HP for making printers that look like pieces of shit... atleast they work though; kiss my ass college of liberal arts, your attendance policies need some work; they guy that made closed loop, tight woven carpet should show up at my house to help me find shit i drop on the floor; why the hell cant i ever sleep comfortably anymore? when will i stop thinkin about you at night? what do i want for my birthday presents... other than a law school acceptance letter! prop's to turkey for staying tasty longer than its supposed to; major prop's to scheels sporting goods for leaving out knife sharpeners to try, and keeping M1 garand replicas on the shelf to play with; maybe someone special will come along... because after a day of random shit and random thoughts like this; i could really, really use some time alone with someone to reduce the lonlieness.

old habbits reappear... fighting the fear of fear... growing conspiracy... myself is after me... frayed ends of sanity... hear them calling... frayed ends of sanity... hear them calling.... hear them calling me.