Damn it, Wal-Mart!
This was originally posted somewhere between 10/23 and 10/25.
The Past: My second memory is of my fourth birthday party.
My cousin Bradley and I are playing Aaargh! on my dad's Commodore Amiga 500 and after nearly developing a nervous tick watching him trying to play the game, I loudly exclaim "That's not how you eat the people!" and try to wrench the joystick out of his hands.
Later that day, when I was opening presents, many toys and such were opened with a smile and then immediately forgotten. The look of confusion on the adults faces was priceless when I opened the one present that made my day. "Socks!"
Yeah, I was an odd kid.
The Present: I ended up going with my mother over to her boyfriend's house last night. She hung out with him while I tried to hang out with his fifteen year-old son.
Needless to say, I was bored out of my mind but hey, at least it got me out of the house for a while.
One highlight of the visit was a conversation we had about public flatulence. The boy mentioned that it was really embarrassing to do in school. I said it made the perfect ice breaker...
*walks up to a girl and farts loudly* "So, wanna' go out some time?"
Yeah, you'll get the ladies with that one. *snickers*
Actually, that's is how I originally 'charmed' my first girlfriend, Mandi, who promptly farted right back at me. Damn I miss her sometimes but she's a story for another day.
When we got done over there, we headed into Alpena and dropped by Wal-Mart so I could *groans* apply for a job.
They always ask about employment history and while I understand why they do it, it never fails to piss me off. I spent quite a while trying to forget my last two jobs because I hated them so bad and this thing wants me to try and remember when I worked at those places?
Hell, I don't even remember what year I worked at the second-to-last job, much less the start and end dates.
They also want to know who your boss is so they can verify you aren't lying to them.
Well Wal-Mart, the joke's on you if you try. My last boss is six feet under due to cancer and the second-to-last doesn't even own the business anymore and is doing missionary work in Taiwan.
As much as I hate to say it though... Even though I'm bitching about it, I still hope I get the job. Bumming money from my mom is not cool, not cool at all.
'night all.
The Past: My second memory is of my fourth birthday party.
My cousin Bradley and I are playing Aaargh! on my dad's Commodore Amiga 500 and after nearly developing a nervous tick watching him trying to play the game, I loudly exclaim "That's not how you eat the people!" and try to wrench the joystick out of his hands.
Later that day, when I was opening presents, many toys and such were opened with a smile and then immediately forgotten. The look of confusion on the adults faces was priceless when I opened the one present that made my day. "Socks!"
Yeah, I was an odd kid.
The Present: I ended up going with my mother over to her boyfriend's house last night. She hung out with him while I tried to hang out with his fifteen year-old son.
Needless to say, I was bored out of my mind but hey, at least it got me out of the house for a while.
One highlight of the visit was a conversation we had about public flatulence. The boy mentioned that it was really embarrassing to do in school. I said it made the perfect ice breaker...
*walks up to a girl and farts loudly* "So, wanna' go out some time?"
Yeah, you'll get the ladies with that one. *snickers*
Actually, that's is how I originally 'charmed' my first girlfriend, Mandi, who promptly farted right back at me. Damn I miss her sometimes but she's a story for another day.
When we got done over there, we headed into Alpena and dropped by Wal-Mart so I could *groans* apply for a job.
They always ask about employment history and while I understand why they do it, it never fails to piss me off. I spent quite a while trying to forget my last two jobs because I hated them so bad and this thing wants me to try and remember when I worked at those places?
Hell, I don't even remember what year I worked at the second-to-last job, much less the start and end dates.
They also want to know who your boss is so they can verify you aren't lying to them.
Well Wal-Mart, the joke's on you if you try. My last boss is six feet under due to cancer and the second-to-last doesn't even own the business anymore and is doing missionary work in Taiwan.
As much as I hate to say it though... Even though I'm bitching about it, I still hope I get the job. Bumming money from my mom is not cool, not cool at all.
'night all.