My coworkers don't get me at all - especially when it comes to my sense of humor. When I say that mosquito bite on your arm looks like the beginning stages of West Nile Virus; I’m joking. I don’t know, maybe I confused your face for offended when it really was perplexed, “Wait, what’s West Nile Virus?”

I saw Scott at school today. I was coming, he was going as he held the door open for me. Next time I will say something more/other than "Thanks!" Possibly bring up how lucky he is since he doesn't work at Super Target anymore. I will pretend to be unaware of how he's overstuffed with pretentiousness -- even though he really is quite the skinny. If ( Read more... )

For the first time ever, I give you, My Co-Workers and the Reasons I Hate Them:

Peter - In some ways, you are the worst. You treat me like I’m an alien from outer space and I’m not, nor do I have any connections with, an alien from outer space. Remember when I made that joke about the “Downloads” girl’s boobs on the Sidekick? You laughed! We have ( Read more... )

Yesterday I spent over $250 on clothes to compensate for the boring and lonely life I lead. I also bought a jeweled penguin pin wearing a Santa hat for $6. It’s so cheerful; I plan on wearing it to work all throughout December, maybe even into January.

So I asked, “Why don’t you just make 10 the latest and close the store at 10?” 
and Target ( Read more... )

Tilly and the Wall are playing tomorrow night but I’m scheduled to work 5pm to close. Since I’ve been calling out every other week (no lie!) to go to shows, I thought this time I would be a responsible adult and sit this one out. Yet when I got to work I remembered how much of a bad mood my job and coworkers get me in and how I shouldn’t suffer ( Read more... )

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( I’m a mommy! I think it’s a boy )

It’s amazing how music can affect your mood for the rest of the day. All this week I’ve been listening to pretty aggressive stuff . It had me yelling at red lights, signing curse words behind people’s backs, digging my fingernails into my palms, and walking around work like ( this )

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It’s inevitable; whenever I hear someone on those motorized-carts kickin it in reverse at work (with the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!) I always sing to myself, “back it up, back it up! You got it, you got it!” from Gwen Stefani’s “Crash ( Read more... )