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so i work at circuit city now in case you haven't heard. it's technically seasonal employment, but they keep telling me how good of a salesperson i am so i'll probably have a permanent job offer in january. i'm not sure if i want that though. i work 40 something hours a week, but it's a hell of a lot better than the 25 i used to put in at stop and shop. i don't know why but time goes by a lot faster. my coworkers are a pretty pathetic bunch; think 40 year old virgin, but we're not shooting a movie so everyone is a lot uglier. it feels good to be so much better looking than everyone, but then again it's better to have a shitty house on a nice street than a nice house on a shitty street. i don't know if that applies there but whatever. i usually take a nice hour and a half break where i'll go to barnes and noble and read magazines and drink drinks that i'm still not completely sure how to order. i almost like working for some reason. i guess it's because i go in at either 9 or 11. i figure that usually by noon or so i begin forming my own thoughts and ideas on things, but in this case i'm already there and working so there's no room to think about dreading going to work or anything. basically my job entails me selling ipods and tvs to people who i think should be dead. i answer the phone quite a bit, and it's either one of two questions: "do you guys have (whatever obscure dvd)?" "hold on, i'll check." instead of checking, i'll make a lap around the dvds and cds, get back on the phone and tell them that their dvd is in fact not in stock. the other question i get, that i get 30 or 40 times a day: "do you guys have any nintendo wiis?" to which i'll reply: "remember tickle me elmo?" of course they remember tickle me elmo. "well, it's kind of like that, but times 10." then it's, "oh, ok. so do you know when you'll have them?" which always gets an astounding "no." for the most part though i do pretty well i'd say. the other day some bitch coworker was filling out an info card for me, and asked my last name. when i told her, she was all, "oh, joe bonaeaffghegaf (she fucked it up pretty badly), the ITALIAN STALLION. I LOVE MY LIFE.