boo work!
Yesterday, I was supposed to do some on the job training, but my supervisor had fucked off for lunch, so they sent me to work in the grocery department instead of receiving. This sucks, as I liked grocery. I think I would have a lot more fun there than unloading trucks and stacking shit. I guess we'll see: they asked me to come in today and work unloading til midnight. What I'd much rather do is sit around and clean my room, but I've gotta take back a shirt and tie to the store anyway, so I may as well earn some money while I'm at it.
Now I have to find myself a black dress shirt to wear next friday, which is hard, cos I'm tall, but not exceedingly fat. All the shirts I've tried on are either way too big with enormous necks, but with proper sleeves, or perfect with cuffs that end above my wrist. Someone needs to fuck with the North American gene pool so this doesn't keep happening.
Now I have to find myself a black dress shirt to wear next friday, which is hard, cos I'm tall, but not exceedingly fat. All the shirts I've tried on are either way too big with enormous necks, but with proper sleeves, or perfect with cuffs that end above my wrist. Someone needs to fuck with the North American gene pool so this doesn't keep happening.