Felling a little better in general
Sitting here painting my warhammer miniatures making my tyranid claws
all silvery and covered in blood. Had game tominght and heard about
another kareoke place in town I can visit on wedness days so I don't
have to make a weekly trek to oakland for my kereoke fix. Work is doing
a little better since I managed to bring in about 11 surveys today and
got riff's exponantial bonus of 128 after the first ten with 5 for ever
one after. Other people at work wont be too happy as that brings the
curve swing up a bit for them in the meeting we're having about
productivity tomorrow. But then again there are very slow days but some
of it's in the attitude and some of it is the attitude of the shoppers
which brings me to the christmas poem I wrote recently, like today at
work: (mind you it's a bit violent, enjoy!) >;}-~
Twas the day before Christmas and all through the mall.
All the shoppers scurried past, ignoring me one and all.
It was just another quiet day working in the mall for my pay.
Until I could take no more, of those shoppers going from store to store.
I hate this fucking season, it makes me physically ill.
They play the same ten songs until you're fit to kill.
So today they'll be sorry, I'll make them pay.
I'll show up with a pump action shotgun.
Show up and blow that fat man away.
This Christmas will be red, with Santa's blood on the floor.
The carols will be thier screams, as I shoot him some more.
I'll turn on them next, as they run in a panicked throng.
And I'll see how they like it, when I shoot them, singing thier christmas songs.
I'll kill every witness, that saw my little spree.
And watch the panicked expressions, while I laugh with glee.
Then it's back to the office to hide the gun.
And go home early now I've had my fun.
As I walk home to the sirens that pass me on by.
I say merry fuck you to all, and I'm glad you all died.