Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters

Why do I always write these things before I go to bed? Probably 'cause it's the only time that I have time anymore...which is somewhat strange in itself. I seem to pack my time rather full between working and just hanging out and I wonder what this says about me. The obvious bit is that I currently cannot stand being at home for reasons that I've no intention of going into here. Still, there's something else. Might almost think it was a sort of shark syndrome (i.e., stop moving and die) if I didn't know better, which I do.

Fuck it.

Wasn't too bad of a day at work today. 'Specially since yesterday turned into a royal ass-fuck. I find out that my register was short $27.05, on top of the crediting fiasco I fell into 'cause I fucked up. It's difficult to explain, so I won't bother, but suffice to say that this past Friday was uncharacteristically busy and I seem to have suffered for it. Fortunately, at my job, my registers are traditionally perfect, I do my duties to a satisfactory degree, I'm on-time, and I've acquired a minor following among some of the regular customers...so I think I'm last of any list of people to get fired. That, and I'm the only other person who likes movies as much as my boss does. It's strange...I actually like my job. I mean, it's grunt-level, service-industry crap, but I like it. I like the fact that people ask for my opinion (and am slightly taken aback that there are people who actually have a fairly high regard for it) and I like the fact that what would normally be considered trivial knowledge is useful in what I do. Basically, it's not a lot of effort for not a lot of pay, but it works for me right now. I've recently realized that I have higher aspirations, but I think I'll save those for another day.

Right now, it's time to get to bed and try to crash before I go fill my day off...




	Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 57096 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2001-08-05 5:18 AM A friend in need is a friend indeed, a friend with weed is better... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: So-So Why do I always write these things before I go to bed? Probably 'cause it's the only time that I have time anymore...which is somewhat strange in itself. I seem to pack my time rather full between working and just hanging out and I wonder what this says about me. The obvious bit is that I currently cannot stand being at home for reasons that I've no intention of going into here. Still, there's something else. Might almost think it was a sort of shark syndrome (i.e., stop moving and die) if I didn't know better, which I do. Fuck it. Wasn't too bad of a day at work today. 'Specially since yesterday turned into a royal ass-fuck. I find out that my register was short $27.05, on top of the crediting fiasco I fell into 'cause I fucked up. It's difficult to explain, so I won't bother, but suffice to say that this past Friday was uncharacteristically busy and I seem to have suffered for it. Fortunately, at my job, my registers are traditionally perfect, I do my duties to a satisfactory degree, I'm on-time, and I've acquired a minor following among some of the regular customers...so I think I'm last of any list of people to get fired. That, and I'm the only other person who likes movies as much as my boss does. It's strange...I actually like my job. I mean, it's grunt-level, service-industry crap, but I like it. I like the fact that people ask for my opinion (and am slightly taken aback that there are people who actually have a fairly high regard for it) and I like the fact that what would normally be considered trivial knowledge is useful in what I do. Basically, it's not a lot of effort for not a lot of pay, but it works for me right now. I've recently realized that I have higher aspirations, but I think I'll save those for another day. Right now, it's time to get to bed and try to crash before I go fill my day off... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top