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Hello all. I'm still alive, much to the chagrin of some of you, I've just been working like a bitch lately. Damn you Sobeys. Why can't you just hand me my $400?
We hired 6 new cashiers yesterday, and thank God I didn't have to train them. Mary looked like she was going mad, and I remember when they stuck me in the middle of 2 rookies. I couldn't get no fucking work done because all I heard was: 'what's the code?' 'how do you do this?' 'I'm stuck. What did I do?' Yes, & I want to become the teacher here.
On second thought, there was a point when I actually thought of becoming a writer....and recently too. Han & I watched some shit ass movie called 'I Capture the Castle' and voilà what happens. The father is some great writer, who kills his wife, bam there goes his writing career. A few years later they're super poor, so his daughter locks him up with a type-writer and tells him to write something, ANYTHING, even the cat sat on the mat as a start. He uses it, and it becomes some great book about a kid who can't read, but overcomes his disability and reaches all his goals. Soooooo.......here's my book.
The Cat Chased the Rat
By: Cassandra Marcon...nah, I'll use a pen name....Pablo Diablo
So we've got a kid, who's trying to reach his goals. The cat (which will be all fat and hairy) will symbolize the kid (who will also be all fat and hairy...that would make him greek now wouldn't it?). The rat- and this is where it gets deep- will symbolize his dreams. The rat will be all mangey and flea infested...possibly some lice going on...just like his dreams. They SEEM unattainable, but then by some force (yes...he will use 'the force'), he overcomes all the odds (what they are I don't know yet) and achieves his dreams. See, so it's this HUGE metaphor! Hellllo Mr. Nobel Prize.
Wendy's late night,
*Cassander*
We hired 6 new cashiers yesterday, and thank God I didn't have to train them. Mary looked like she was going mad, and I remember when they stuck me in the middle of 2 rookies. I couldn't get no fucking work done because all I heard was: 'what's the code?' 'how do you do this?' 'I'm stuck. What did I do?' Yes, & I want to become the teacher here.
On second thought, there was a point when I actually thought of becoming a writer....and recently too. Han & I watched some shit ass movie called 'I Capture the Castle' and voilà what happens. The father is some great writer, who kills his wife, bam there goes his writing career. A few years later they're super poor, so his daughter locks him up with a type-writer and tells him to write something, ANYTHING, even the cat sat on the mat as a start. He uses it, and it becomes some great book about a kid who can't read, but overcomes his disability and reaches all his goals. Soooooo.......here's my book.
The Cat Chased the Rat
By: Cassandra Marcon...nah, I'll use a pen name....Pablo Diablo
So we've got a kid, who's trying to reach his goals. The cat (which will be all fat and hairy) will symbolize the kid (who will also be all fat and hairy...that would make him greek now wouldn't it?). The rat- and this is where it gets deep- will symbolize his dreams. The rat will be all mangey and flea infested...possibly some lice going on...just like his dreams. They SEEM unattainable, but then by some force (yes...he will use 'the force'), he overcomes all the odds (what they are I don't know yet) and achieves his dreams. See, so it's this HUGE metaphor! Hellllo Mr. Nobel Prize.
Wendy's late night,
*Cassander*