Little and broken, but still good.
That pretty much applies. To what, you ask? Oh, just pick something, believe me it fits anywhere.
But enought inwardly emo thinking! Onward to the updating and such.
Apartment living has taken away simple luxuries such as an available computer at my disposal as you all know, so I'm not here too often, and I feel bad making month old comments on people's journals, so.... dont feel like I'm not reading... I am. Think of it as more of a snail mail situation where it takes a month to send news to your idiot friend in Indonesia, and then their reply is... I dunno... eaten by fiber hungry monkeys. After all... you cant ignore the threat of monkeys. Or a pathetically puny bank account balance, because that my friend is the real monkey on my head, keeping me from doing the things I want to do, like buy a computer. Ahah! Successful segway! My brain is awsome.
I'm a sad sad little nerd. Yeah....
Other than all that, I still work at the Wal-Fart... for the time being. My last post was my blood pressure reaching unhealthy rageful levels over management denying my request to move into a department where I would have minimal exposure to the average, and lets just face it, RETARDED, people who shop and yes WORK at WalMart. I wanted to go to Garden Center... work outside, haul dirt, water the pweddy flowers... and generally work my tush off for a change. Hopefully hard enought to distract my dismally bored brain. But nooooo.... apparently I dont have the time-management skills needed to haul pallets of dirt and water flowers. No matter what I said, apparently the fact that I'm burnt out on cashiering and having a hard time forcing myself to be a good little smiling puppet... meant that I would obviously FAIL instantly given the chance to do something I have professed that I would actually ENJOY. Hm. I dont understand it either. But that's OK. Every snake has a tail... And I'm finally finding the ass end of this stupid walmart business. I'm just dissapointed that it took me almost four years to work up the motivation. There ya go! Anybody ever wondered what it takes to get me motivated? Just piss me off.... that gets me plenty motivated. Revenge shall be the vehicle of my success. Who said poductivity cant be fueled by evil intentions! Muhahaha!
Sigh.... I just dont want to hop out of this only to jump into another retail slave job. But I'm having a hard time figureing out what else is out there for someone in my most educationally challenged position. I have no compunctions against lying... but that only gets you so far.... and it's a bit of a tightrope walk. I'd rather just find someplace I can be fucking HAPPY! Is that too much to ask? Has the world aready doled out it's quota of happy, and I'm just out of luck? I hope not... cuz I have this nice fuzzy dream in my head of how it will all end up if I can just make it work. I'm gonna be pretty pissed off if it turns out that I doomed.
I want my happy ending.
Lalala! Funny quote!
"Pacifists are like vegans... I myself am more like a vegitarian. I enjoy fish and occasional maulings."
But enought inwardly emo thinking! Onward to the updating and such.
Apartment living has taken away simple luxuries such as an available computer at my disposal as you all know, so I'm not here too often, and I feel bad making month old comments on people's journals, so.... dont feel like I'm not reading... I am. Think of it as more of a snail mail situation where it takes a month to send news to your idiot friend in Indonesia, and then their reply is... I dunno... eaten by fiber hungry monkeys. After all... you cant ignore the threat of monkeys. Or a pathetically puny bank account balance, because that my friend is the real monkey on my head, keeping me from doing the things I want to do, like buy a computer. Ahah! Successful segway! My brain is awsome.
I'm a sad sad little nerd. Yeah....
Other than all that, I still work at the Wal-Fart... for the time being. My last post was my blood pressure reaching unhealthy rageful levels over management denying my request to move into a department where I would have minimal exposure to the average, and lets just face it, RETARDED, people who shop and yes WORK at WalMart. I wanted to go to Garden Center... work outside, haul dirt, water the pweddy flowers... and generally work my tush off for a change. Hopefully hard enought to distract my dismally bored brain. But nooooo.... apparently I dont have the time-management skills needed to haul pallets of dirt and water flowers. No matter what I said, apparently the fact that I'm burnt out on cashiering and having a hard time forcing myself to be a good little smiling puppet... meant that I would obviously FAIL instantly given the chance to do something I have professed that I would actually ENJOY. Hm. I dont understand it either. But that's OK. Every snake has a tail... And I'm finally finding the ass end of this stupid walmart business. I'm just dissapointed that it took me almost four years to work up the motivation. There ya go! Anybody ever wondered what it takes to get me motivated? Just piss me off.... that gets me plenty motivated. Revenge shall be the vehicle of my success. Who said poductivity cant be fueled by evil intentions! Muhahaha!
Sigh.... I just dont want to hop out of this only to jump into another retail slave job. But I'm having a hard time figureing out what else is out there for someone in my most educationally challenged position. I have no compunctions against lying... but that only gets you so far.... and it's a bit of a tightrope walk. I'd rather just find someplace I can be fucking HAPPY! Is that too much to ask? Has the world aready doled out it's quota of happy, and I'm just out of luck? I hope not... cuz I have this nice fuzzy dream in my head of how it will all end up if I can just make it work. I'm gonna be pretty pissed off if it turns out that I doomed.
I want my happy ending.
Lalala! Funny quote!
"Pacifists are like vegans... I myself am more like a vegitarian. I enjoy fish and occasional maulings."