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I really felt old a few days ago when I was mocking a song that was playing...somewhere. I forget where I was. But it's exactly the thing an old dorky guy trying to be funny would do. That's me.
Twenty-five is just around the corner. Middle age.
Have I talked about my job yet?
I will.
I work at a Batnes & Noble.
I am the Receiving Manager.
WHICH means because there aren't any other receivers, I'm just the Receiving Plebeian.
The pay is good. Better than any I ever had before.
But still not as much as I want from my useless four year degree.
So...fuck you, Pitt.
OMFHG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111oneoneone
...Okay, I just like doing that.
I got sidetracked. So...my job, yes. I really like it, though I keep to myself. With the exception of the R.M. I'm training under, I don't really talk to anyone there. I just focus at my work and do it.
I feel real slow at it still.
But I'm only 3 weeks in.
OH!
Yesterday I had to do something I didn't know how to do and Heather (R.M. I'm training under) was off, so I figured it out ALL BY MYSELF without asking anybody.
And I did it wrong.
No, not really. I get a B+ on it. I was real proud. I graded myself, though. No one else knows I had to do it.
When I write like this, does it stretch out your Friends Page? I bet it does.
I have no idea why I started LJ-ing in this format. It's not how I talk. It's how I think, though.
I think in spurts.
Yugioh Regionals this weekend. I have no idea what decktype to take. I've taken Burn to almost ever tourney I've ever gone to. It works. But it's boring because it's my personal Cookie Cutter. Maybe Final Countdown. Maybe a Chaos variant.
....You have no idea what I just said.
That's okay.
I feel like posting random images in my LJ. Maybe I'll just make up a survey thing that allows me to do it.
I'll create a survey you have to answer with pictures.
And it'll spread like Wildfire.
And I'll be famous.
And when I'm famous, I will change Wildfire to a word that must be capitalized at all times.
And I'll change my name to BAMFire!
But yeah...I work Monday-Friday (thank you, R.M. position that has no duties for weekends). I try to be nice to everyone, but pretty much keep to myself.
I'm too anti-social.
What's that thing they advertise on the Teevee?
Social Anxiety Disorder?
Yeah, that.
I might have that.
I am self-diagnosing here.
While I'm at it, I'd like to declare I have Strikingly Handsome syndrome.
I'll struggle through somehow.
My hair needs an assignment. It is all zany. No method at all. It just flops and falls around. I used to be so proud of my hair.
I posted what I had started writing a few days ago.
None of you replied.
None of you will reply to this!
Then what? Mayhem ensues, I guess.
Twenty-five is just around the corner. Middle age.
Have I talked about my job yet?
I will.
I work at a Batnes & Noble.
I am the Receiving Manager.
WHICH means because there aren't any other receivers, I'm just the Receiving Plebeian.
The pay is good. Better than any I ever had before.
But still not as much as I want from my useless four year degree.
So...fuck you, Pitt.
OMFHG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111oneoneone
...Okay, I just like doing that.
I got sidetracked. So...my job, yes. I really like it, though I keep to myself. With the exception of the R.M. I'm training under, I don't really talk to anyone there. I just focus at my work and do it.
I feel real slow at it still.
But I'm only 3 weeks in.
OH!
Yesterday I had to do something I didn't know how to do and Heather (R.M. I'm training under) was off, so I figured it out ALL BY MYSELF without asking anybody.
And I did it wrong.
No, not really. I get a B+ on it. I was real proud. I graded myself, though. No one else knows I had to do it.
When I write like this, does it stretch out your Friends Page? I bet it does.
I have no idea why I started LJ-ing in this format. It's not how I talk. It's how I think, though.
I think in spurts.
Yugioh Regionals this weekend. I have no idea what decktype to take. I've taken Burn to almost ever tourney I've ever gone to. It works. But it's boring because it's my personal Cookie Cutter. Maybe Final Countdown. Maybe a Chaos variant.
....You have no idea what I just said.
That's okay.
I feel like posting random images in my LJ. Maybe I'll just make up a survey thing that allows me to do it.
I'll create a survey you have to answer with pictures.
And it'll spread like Wildfire.
And I'll be famous.
And when I'm famous, I will change Wildfire to a word that must be capitalized at all times.
And I'll change my name to BAMFire!
But yeah...I work Monday-Friday (thank you, R.M. position that has no duties for weekends). I try to be nice to everyone, but pretty much keep to myself.
I'm too anti-social.
What's that thing they advertise on the Teevee?
Social Anxiety Disorder?
Yeah, that.
I might have that.
I am self-diagnosing here.
While I'm at it, I'd like to declare I have Strikingly Handsome syndrome.
I'll struggle through somehow.
My hair needs an assignment. It is all zany. No method at all. It just flops and falls around. I used to be so proud of my hair.
I posted what I had started writing a few days ago.
None of you replied.
None of you will reply to this!
Then what? Mayhem ensues, I guess.