everything just feels like rain
A common misconception people make is that Target is a store where you can find everything that you need -including things found in the black market. I swear, someone once asked me where they could find a human kidney. I told them to try the frozen food section.
And just so you know, Target does NOT carry: kites, marbles, bags of fake bugs, boxing gear, ping-pong paddles, silly putty, and human organs. So do me a favor and stop asking and/or getting mad when I say that we don’t.
This weekend one of the backroom guys, who I see periodically while returning overstock CAFs and whatnot, approached me at the time clock. His look was kind of creepy-friendly as he said, “I know what can help you hear.”
“Oh yeah? What?” I asked.
He pointed to the ceiling, “Spirituality. God.” then he did the sign for Jesus (which is SUCH a good sign)
I am not an atheist or Satanist (I‘m not Matt Skiba, basically). Trust me, I believe in Jesus just as much as the next Bible-totting Christian but I honestly do not believe that any amount of faith is going to miraculously cure me. Watch your wording Backroom Guy. We all know Jesus likes a good laugh, and watching me make people repeat themselves over and over is a daily comedy bit for Him.
(go here: http://www.mscclan.com/storage/pics/jesus.gif)
What Krystal does is smart, but I’m not stupid. Meanwhile, Justin, who started after me, just got promoted to a TL while I’m still wearing a name tag that says “New Team Member”. Sexist fucks. Now you wonder why I’m getting into Cindy Sherman again?
I hung out with Brian for the first time in over four years! I'm always hesitant seeing people from high school -especially someone with a memory like his, because I was such an idiot- but he’s still silly and great and tall. I forgot how he likes to talk like he’s Mr. Brainy McSmartypants -- but I know his real name is Brainy McSmartyskirt.
Waiting an hour for Aaran to show up yesterday morning had me on the verge of insanity. No one makes me wake up early for nothing! Still, we went shopping and I was able to find jeans that don’t give me a faux penis every time I sit down.
Tonight: snakes on a motherfucking plane with my motherfucking friends.
p.s.
At work I saw someone wearing a ZWAN t-shirt. I couldn’t help but say, “I like your shirt!” but then it was like, “but don’t tell anybody.”
p.p.s.
Totally listening to Basia right now. haha
And just so you know, Target does NOT carry: kites, marbles, bags of fake bugs, boxing gear, ping-pong paddles, silly putty, and human organs. So do me a favor and stop asking and/or getting mad when I say that we don’t.
This weekend one of the backroom guys, who I see periodically while returning overstock CAFs and whatnot, approached me at the time clock. His look was kind of creepy-friendly as he said, “I know what can help you hear.”
“Oh yeah? What?” I asked.
He pointed to the ceiling, “Spirituality. God.” then he did the sign for Jesus (which is SUCH a good sign)
I am not an atheist or Satanist (I‘m not Matt Skiba, basically). Trust me, I believe in Jesus just as much as the next Bible-totting Christian but I honestly do not believe that any amount of faith is going to miraculously cure me. Watch your wording Backroom Guy. We all know Jesus likes a good laugh, and watching me make people repeat themselves over and over is a daily comedy bit for Him.
(go here: http://www.mscclan.com/storage/pics/jesus.gif)
What Krystal does is smart, but I’m not stupid. Meanwhile, Justin, who started after me, just got promoted to a TL while I’m still wearing a name tag that says “New Team Member”. Sexist fucks. Now you wonder why I’m getting into Cindy Sherman again?
I hung out with Brian for the first time in over four years! I'm always hesitant seeing people from high school -especially someone with a memory like his, because I was such an idiot- but he’s still silly and great and tall. I forgot how he likes to talk like he’s Mr. Brainy McSmartypants -- but I know his real name is Brainy McSmartyskirt.
Waiting an hour for Aaran to show up yesterday morning had me on the verge of insanity. No one makes me wake up early for nothing! Still, we went shopping and I was able to find jeans that don’t give me a faux penis every time I sit down.
Tonight: snakes on a motherfucking plane with my motherfucking friends.
p.s.
At work I saw someone wearing a ZWAN t-shirt. I couldn’t help but say, “I like your shirt!” but then it was like, “but don’t tell anybody.”
p.p.s.
Totally listening to Basia right now. haha