Sunday, December 21, 2003

Ouch, My Walking Blister

The time is 10:10pm Pacific on December 20th, 2003. Do you know where your Manics are? Walking around the mall for 6-7 hours straight sounds fun in writing. Then you realize that you're not allowed to sit down. Then comes that damn blister on your big toe. And it's not going away. And now that you're all disgusted, let's focus on another part of my job. Mall-goers are so uncooperative. You ask them to take a survey, and they refuse. You offer them money, and they refuse. You tell them they get to voice their opinions and stick it to the man, they refuse. All I have to do is walk up to someone and say "excuse me" and they'll automatically say "no." I noticed this and decided to have a little fun... Me: "Would you like to take--?" Woman #1: "No." Me: "Would you be interested in--?" Woman #2: "No." Me: "Do you care about your children?" Woman #3: "No." Me: "You don't care about your children? BAD PARENT!!" Woman #3 proceeded to walk away much faster. I'm going to be honest. It was fun screwing around with people. I had already pulled in about a dozen or so people for surveys, so I had time to goof off like that. I also ran into my brother's baby-mama (yes, we are that ghetto), who works at the Red Robin restaurant. I asked her how she was. I told her about my job. She then told me she hated us (survey-people), and refused to take my survey. Ah, the love of family. Everyone at work hates me, because I'm the only one who got work done. We were working over-time, when I was let out before everyone else. I managed to get 23 tasks done today, while nobody else get any done. On a plus side, I'm almost sure I won't get fired anytime soon. Unless my bosses somehow know my screen name and this URL... eerieness. Guess what my co-workers told me at the last minute? Staff Christmas Party on the 21st, and everybody's bringing something. Now I have to run to the store in the morning before work, and grab something from the store. I shouldn't have to get too much, because there's only a handful of us in that office. I came home to see my grandma decorating the tree. I finished off the job. At least I got some decorating done. Now, I'm not one to drink coffee, but I've found myself having a cup or two at work. I'm really new at drinking coffee, so I still have to figure out my ideal mixture. I think I might've used way too much sugar, today. Almost saturating my coffee in creamer seems to help it taste better... can you saturate a liquid with powdered cream substitute? I just hope I don't get addicted to coffee, like my step-mom. She goes to bed with a large cup of coffee. No, I don't know how she goes to sleep, either. Much Love

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