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Happy Birthday to Me

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 02:04:48 GMT

I got 15 long ass literature questions on a book I only half-way read, a math test, not one, but two articles about my college's art fair due sometime over the course of tomorrow to Friday, which just so happens to be my birthday, and I don't feel like doing jackshit because I just got off a nine and a half hour work shift. Happy Birthday me.

People my age are really fucking stupid

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:32:17 GMT

Think the 19-25 year old range.

A Good Book

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 05:11:20 GMT

Happy New Years

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 08:30:53 GMT

Here's to starting off the year a hell of a lot better than the one before it.

Ugh

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 03:53:17 GMT

There are many things that I hate in life. One-word blog post titles would be one of them. One-word blog post titles filled to the brim with bitching and moaning is another. (No offense to anyone who likes to vent in their blog/e-journal. I'm referring more to myself here) However, today's topic is about that one week that everyone loves to hate, finals weeks.

You know the drill. Too much work, not enough time. Too much procrastination, not enough work actually being done. Too much stress, not fun relaxation. Pretty much the same thing that everyone who goes to college has to deal with.

Unfortunately, I've don't really have anything else to say about the matter. Maybe it's because this school/work combo is really putting me through the ringer. Maybe it's because most of my attention is focused on getting some work done on this paper in a timely fashion so I can get a reasonable amount of sleep for tomorrow's test. Maybe it's because I haven't a true day off in...months. I mean a day where I don't have to go to school or work or have any nasty paper/test looming over my head,and I sit in bed all day with a big bag of Sun Chips and a stack of books I've been meaning to get to for a while.

Oh well, it looks like it's time to get back to work. Ugh.

I hate shit like this.

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 05:51:35 GMT

http://www.my3cents.com/showReview.cgi?id=28995

A quote worthy sample:

"That is why the employee is getting minimum wage, because obviously they are not smart enough to be in college or work at high pay jobs. All retailers have such employees , smart ones figure out that they can do better and leave. You do not have to police your cashier if you were rich enough not to care about the cents. I care less , obviously i am at a high pay job"

Bask in the rude ignorance of customer service combined with the douchebaggery of the internet.

Why I love MySpace

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 08:08:25 GMT

A lovely Thanksgiving Day greeting from a friend of mine on MySpace

Nov 22, 2007 10:57 AM
Hey, guess what? FUCK YOU. You know, why the hell do you care, when you're supposed to be mr. apathetic who doesn't give a damn and is so fucking fed up with people....well, then you shouldn't care if I choose to wallow in my self-pity. Maybe you should work on why you don't care about people, and maybe you should work on why you're so fucking anti-social, because THATS NOT NORMAL EITHER. And I'm goddamn sick of it, and you.

Happy Fucking Thanksgivning.

Boards of Canada is an amazing band

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 15:38:53 GMT

For You

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:02:56 GMT

Assfuck Deluxe

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 23:35:05 GMT

It's always the same thing with people. They never listen. They never think. They never pay attention. They simply open their mouths wide and say, "gimme". There's no dignity. There's no self respect. They always settle for third best, not even second.

I work at a place that forces to interact with the public everyday, and everyday I come home from work, tired and defeated with a pain in my gut. Why? Simple. I don't like people. I'm not going to try and make it seem like my job is of great importance. I'm a cashier, a register jockey, a hole to stuff in your grimey dollar bills so you can walk out with your stuff.

Maybe I'm just too hard on people. Maybe I'm too quick to judge. Maybe it's just the area where I work. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm right when I say that the majority of people interact with are "modern day monsters of mankind".

The number of obese people( and I use that term loosely) that I wait on is alarming, as is the degree of their obesity. Fingers like plump sausages, meaty calves and thighs that would put the Thanksgiving turkey to shame, asses so large that they begin to jut out from the body, and those who have reached such depths that their heads and necks have fused, creating a mound with a face on it. How do these people live on? Do they feel no shame?

Although worse than literally being as wide as two and a half people combined, is how dead people intellectually. There's numerous occasions everyday where the people I wait on just don't take the effort to read, to explore, or to even think. Often when a item doesn't ring for the correct amount, I'm greeted with the same old message again and again: "There's a sign over there!". Nine times out of ten, they never read the sign. A sales ad will advertise an item that's $16 after a $10 mail-in rebate. That means that the item in question is $26 and will remain that way when I charge them for it. However, time and time again, I must put them back because, despite the obvious diagram on the ad that explains the price of the item, the rebate, and the item price post rebate, they choose to ignore it.

It seems like the people I encounter drift through life on a stream of ignorance, not knowing, not caring, and generally assuming that someone else will do it for me. In this case, I'm that someone else. You'd be correct in calling this petty. Hell, it's just a matter of telling they picked the wrong item. However, it's the response that angers the most. The frustration, the shocked look, the stupidity. It begins to take its toll on me around hour four or five. Why can't you read? Why can't you think? Why can't you look?

I look at the 30 to 40 somethings that come into the store and many of them are fat slobs dressed in shabby clothing, reeking of either sweat or cigarettes. I look at the elderly, wrapped in their incompetent rage and smelling of Bengay and the urine trapped in their Depends. The 20 years old with their laughable facial hair, their lack of personality, and their indifference to most things of life. There seems to be some of assembly line that they all roll of off. Each one almost the same as the one before them and each with the same lack of ambition.

I realize that as I'm writing this, people who are reading this( and I applaud for getting this far) probably think I'm crazy, imaging me as some modern day Travis Bickle. Maybe it's because I'm so descriptive, in my complaints. Maybe it's my tone. Maybe it's my profile picture. However, it depresses me to think expressing myself in a matter that's not "omg people stuff :( imma haet this job gonna quit soon" makes people view you as having some bad stew brewing in the old skull keg.

For Hilander

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 01:57:28 GMT

Don't you just love it when...

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 16:16:48 GMT

your desktop greets you with a blue error screen everytime you boot up. I know I do. To me, it's like the gift that keeps on giving because I'm going to reinstall Windows and lose everything that I had saved my hard drive. Huzzah.

Hello, Mr. Sun. Where Are You?

Sat, 26 May 2007 18:33:11 GMT

I would think that as summer approaches, we'd be in store for some nice warm and sunny weather, right? Nearly every single day this week has been grey, drab, dull, and depressing. It's really tough to get motivated on days like these. C'mon, summer, get off your ass.

Wed, 23 May 2007 21:35:29 GMT

A little something me and my friends have been working on. Tell us what you think.
www.geoffresh.com

My First Day Off

Sun, 13 May 2007 18:35:06 GMT

And I plan to...

1. Drink too much coffee
2. Play too much pokemons (Anyone want to challenge on Wi-fi?)
3. Cram for Finals

Life's pretty good right now.

Damn The World

Mon, 07 May 2007 05:44:30 GMT

Yes, I'm still alive, and things have been getting...different. My job is mixture of highs and lows. On the upside, Most of my managers are cool and I get along with most of my co-workers (most of which are women). On the downside, I have one particular manager who fucking pisses me every single time I have to work with her, my days as cashier deepen my hatred for humanity, and best of all, one of my coworkers who workers as cashier as well smells like rotting fish ass. What's wrong with that? When she on register, her taint sticks to everywhere. Her funk lingers for fucking hours. She is a digusting human being, and it would fine and dandy like cherry candy if she was launched into the sun.

In other news, I got a car. It's a 1997 Saturn and if I feel like it, I might post pictures later.

In a bit of an emo moment, I've been kind of depressed lately. I'm lonely in the sense that I need to be a relationship. Here's the problem; almost of all of the women I know are already taken. It's so goddamn frustrating. I have a hard time just trying to conceive the notion of just walking up to a random girl and asking her out on a date. I just don't know what to do.

Well, between this and the colossal ass fuck that is finals, I haven't been a happy camper. The danger of failing my history class has become very real. Get this, our final project is a four page paper along with a ten minute skit about the paper. Are you fucking kidding me?

Well..

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 04:27:34 GMT

They found a tumor in one of my grandmother's kidneys. No word on if it's benign or not.

This might be bad

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:32:58 GMT

I am, for the first time in my life, beginning to seriously question my sanity.

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 05:53:19 GMT

So, I'm just studying for a test when I get a call from my uncle. It's kind of an odd time to call for him considering it's around 11:49 pm on a Sunday night. It gets better when I see on the caller ID that's it from a place I never heard of.

Soon as I pick up the phone, he's already frantically asking me if my mom is there. He sounds pretty desperate. I resist the urge to ask what's on due to sense that he's pressed for time. Well, mom wasn't home, so I gave him her cell, and he immediately hangs up. I put down the phone and begin to ponder what disastrous new surprises tomorrow holds. Anyone care to place any bets?

We're All Going to Hell

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 17:19:08 GMT

Time For a Real Post

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 03:29:54 GMT

No Youtube videos made up of epic fail or any pictures of a man having sex with a bear while doing a wheelie on a motorcycle this time. You know what that means, don't cha? Bitching and lots of it.

The first thing that I just have to get off my chest is that I'm so fucking tired. This whole juggling act of school and work has me working five days a week and going to school on the two days that I don't. When you factor in that I don't have a car to get to or from school or work and that this winter has been one of Chicago's shittiest, you get a very cold, tired, worn-out version of me. That's fine though. I'm pretty sure that everyone has the same problems, and I'm no different

And now for something completely different. For the last three or so months, it's become painfully obvious that my dear, old mum has been seeing someone, and I'm happy for her. She hasn't really any type of relationship ever since my father died over a decade ago. Better yet, the guy she's seeing has a heart of gold and is into video games. So, where's the problem?

Well...he might be living with us now, and as someone who has spent most of his life alone in this house, I don't think I'm ready for another person to get thrown into the mix. I mean, there was no transition period with this. I met him a few times before and ,bam!, he's been here since Wednesday. I really want to stress that he is a pretty nice guy. He's driven and picked me from work and he's like to cook and clean. I just don't think it's fair to me to just kind of "sneak" him into the house. I used the word "sneak" because dear, old mums said he'd be here but a few days. However, a few days might of turned into an indefinite stay because my mom's exact, word-for-word response to the question of if he's going to live here or not was "I don't know". And with that woman, "I don't know" is usually bad. Oh, and before I get "hey, why don't youpack your things and move out, buster?", I would have to response with "With what money? and with what car?".

Yeah,yeah,yeah, I know. If you wanted shitty drama, you'd go watch "All My Children" or whatever crap that's flooding the airwaves today. And with that topic over and done with, let's talk bout my new job at Walgreens. First off, it's better then what I had to work with before, which was absolute shit, but it's nothing earthshattering-ly awesome. They have me either ringing-up customers on the register or just doing stock work. Both have their share of pros and cons, although working on the register has a bit more cons then stocking.

Example

Customer: Hi, can I use this expired coupon that I don't have on me?

Me: No Customer: Really?! Why?!!!

Me: Get the fuck out of my store.

I shit you not. The public will come up with some of the most prize forms of stupidity and ignorance. Job's a job though, and of course, when you're working with the public, you have to be ready for the bullshit that they always manage to throw your way.

Hmm...I should probably LJ cut this mofo down to size, but seeing as I usually paint myself as over-the-top,a cut titled "Serious Stuff" or something along those lines would probably just be viewed as a clever rouse to see a picture of dude taking a sledgehammer to the crotch. At least, that's how I view it.

It's the Best Friday Ever!

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 20:19:45 GMT

One,two, three, four, five, six packs! And I get to have them all!

Valentines Day

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 06:57:01 GMT

To celebrate Valentines Day, I plan on the most romantic thing of all: going to work. Hurray.

Preview

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 05:49:53 GMT

Sunday: Work

Monday:Work

Tuesday:School

Wednesday:Work

Thursday:School

Friday:Work

Saturday:Work

This is pretty much my basic weekly schedule for the next...for a while. This is going to suck. Of course, I can't be the only one, so come on down Livejournal denizens and tell much you life sucks!

Fuck Chicago Winters

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 04:37:50 GMT

You know the high was in Chicago yesterday? Zero with a wind chill of negative twenty! Know what the high was today? A whopping three degrees! Goddamn this city and its monstrously cold winters.