Why My Job Doesn't Suck
I feel rather badly for people who have boring or crappy jobs, so I am going to list the reasons why my job doesn't suck:
- It's a movie theater where movies are playing all day.
- My boss is semi-insane
- There is popcorn all the time
- My manager tells me funny stories (like the one called "Naked Bob") and makes really good tortilla- filled-with-pork-things that are so wonderful I dream about them at night and walk up to random strangers and tell them how I ate THREE tortilla-filled-with-pork-things and they were SO GOOD you might die of bliss if you eat one
- I get free t-shirts from Ike Reilly
- I get free cookies from the OCA Illinois chapter
- I go crazy and get rewarded with giant pretzels and cheese
- Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Wererabbit
Well, that's enough for now.
On the way to school a woman got angry with me because she thought I was tailgating her, which I was. She shook her fist at me in her rearview mirror and I laughed gleefully because I had ruined her day and that made me very happy because she was going too slow and she made me late for class and for a little while, I hated her. But then it passed. For a short second I desparately wished that she would get in a car accident and lose her legs and one of her arms (I didn't care which) and all of her teeth and that after the rehabilitation her husband would ask for a messy and bitter divorce but then, as I said, it passed.
I don't have any other news except that Leslie hates me, I miss my Danny K. (don't tell him I said that) and I haven't seen Callie for days so she has to be up to no good.
- It's a movie theater where movies are playing all day.
- My boss is semi-insane
- There is popcorn all the time
- My manager tells me funny stories (like the one called "Naked Bob") and makes really good tortilla- filled-with-pork-things that are so wonderful I dream about them at night and walk up to random strangers and tell them how I ate THREE tortilla-filled-with-pork-things and they were SO GOOD you might die of bliss if you eat one
- I get free t-shirts from Ike Reilly
- I get free cookies from the OCA Illinois chapter
- I go crazy and get rewarded with giant pretzels and cheese
- Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Wererabbit
Well, that's enough for now.
On the way to school a woman got angry with me because she thought I was tailgating her, which I was. She shook her fist at me in her rearview mirror and I laughed gleefully because I had ruined her day and that made me very happy because she was going too slow and she made me late for class and for a little while, I hated her. But then it passed. For a short second I desparately wished that she would get in a car accident and lose her legs and one of her arms (I didn't care which) and all of her teeth and that after the rehabilitation her husband would ask for a messy and bitter divorce but then, as I said, it passed.
I don't have any other news except that Leslie hates me, I miss my Danny K. (don't tell him I said that) and I haven't seen Callie for days so she has to be up to no good.
posted by Booder at 9:50 AM
3 Comments:
speaking of jobs, i'm quitting mine. i got a new one. and i've also moved "running a thrift shop" into number 1 on the dream of my life list and will hereby make it my first priority. step one, get better job to pay off debt faster to quit real job faster to get store sooner. step two, move me, my family and all of my belongings into the back of the store. step three, have a shower installed in the store. step four, hire a lawyer to combat the legality of not allowing a residence in a comercial building/zone.
yes, i'm serious, i start the week after thanksgiving. it's right in downtown peoria. i can walk over to rivermen games. hey, maybe i'll try out for the team. everything's turning up bass!
number 1 - ali, you guys are wonderful.
number 2 - traever, that is the most brilliant idea i have ever heard. in my life.
number 3 - leslie does not really hate me . . . and she's not forcing me to say that by holding my hand over the spinning blades of the blender. seriously she's not and we don't even have a blender.
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