Workkk is boring so I am updating.
Hello friends.
I am at work, at the Library. Did you know I work at the library? Well I do. And it is about as exciting as it sounds. There is this guy that comes in everyday. I call him "Sqwinty eye man" (I have names for a lot of people that come in here) and all he does all day and I mean literally all day is sit on the internet at the library. All day. From open to close. And he stares at the screen with one eye open and the other half closed(thus the name)looking perplexed. I always want to ask him what he does on the internet all day, but I never do because then I would have to talk to him and that is not an option. That's what I do all day at work, I stare at sqwinty eye man and come up with various conclusions of what he does all day on the internet at the library. My job is boring, but atleast my soul is slightly more at ease because I am out of my cubicle, or so I thought. The Library that I work at is getting more funding so to "maximize work space" they are putting cubicles in the back office for each of us. I swear no matter what I do I am destined to live in cubicle hell.
Other than that all is well or as well as can be expected. I have decided as a Christmas present to myself I am getting a new car. I am excited. I have never owned a car that had all four fully functional windows and all four fully functional doors at the same time so needless to say that is the goal. Merry Fucking Christmas to me.
I am thinking about school again which I guess is the mandatory once every six months "Man I need to get my shit together" epiphany. The sad part is I have begun to take myself less and less seriously about it.
No one checks out books at the library. It's kind of sad. And by kind of I mean really sad. It's all Dvd's and playing on the internet looking at girls boobs on myspace. I swear they think this place is a fucking blockbuster, and they even get pissy when you don't have a movie they want. The same guy comes in every week asking me if we have Dances with Wolves. Every week I tell him we don't have a copy of that movie, but for some reason he always still asks( I call him Kevin Costner man). He tells me he wants to get it for his wife and in my head I always have two things I want to say to him:
1.) Your wife will never under any circumstance want to watch Dances with Wolves. Ever. And if you force her to watch it, it will probably only cause her to hate you as much as the rest of the world hates Kevin Costner. Almost. This is ofcourse assuming he actually has a wife and doesn't just want to jerk off while watching the Kev man and the Indians.
2.) Go fucking buy it. I am sure that movie is destined to be in the 2.99 bin at WalMart somewhere. Seriously.
I go home in twenty minutes. Hooray.
Why don't you comment or something and stop being a bunch of douche bags?
I am at work, at the Library. Did you know I work at the library? Well I do. And it is about as exciting as it sounds. There is this guy that comes in everyday. I call him "Sqwinty eye man" (I have names for a lot of people that come in here) and all he does all day and I mean literally all day is sit on the internet at the library. All day. From open to close. And he stares at the screen with one eye open and the other half closed(thus the name)looking perplexed. I always want to ask him what he does on the internet all day, but I never do because then I would have to talk to him and that is not an option. That's what I do all day at work, I stare at sqwinty eye man and come up with various conclusions of what he does all day on the internet at the library. My job is boring, but atleast my soul is slightly more at ease because I am out of my cubicle, or so I thought. The Library that I work at is getting more funding so to "maximize work space" they are putting cubicles in the back office for each of us. I swear no matter what I do I am destined to live in cubicle hell.
Other than that all is well or as well as can be expected. I have decided as a Christmas present to myself I am getting a new car. I am excited. I have never owned a car that had all four fully functional windows and all four fully functional doors at the same time so needless to say that is the goal. Merry Fucking Christmas to me.
I am thinking about school again which I guess is the mandatory once every six months "Man I need to get my shit together" epiphany. The sad part is I have begun to take myself less and less seriously about it.
No one checks out books at the library. It's kind of sad. And by kind of I mean really sad. It's all Dvd's and playing on the internet looking at girls boobs on myspace. I swear they think this place is a fucking blockbuster, and they even get pissy when you don't have a movie they want. The same guy comes in every week asking me if we have Dances with Wolves. Every week I tell him we don't have a copy of that movie, but for some reason he always still asks( I call him Kevin Costner man). He tells me he wants to get it for his wife and in my head I always have two things I want to say to him:
1.) Your wife will never under any circumstance want to watch Dances with Wolves. Ever. And if you force her to watch it, it will probably only cause her to hate you as much as the rest of the world hates Kevin Costner. Almost. This is ofcourse assuming he actually has a wife and doesn't just want to jerk off while watching the Kev man and the Indians.
2.) Go fucking buy it. I am sure that movie is destined to be in the 2.99 bin at WalMart somewhere. Seriously.
I go home in twenty minutes. Hooray.
Why don't you comment or something and stop being a bunch of douche bags?