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we'll crucify the insincere tonight
Apr. 16th, 2006 06:37 pmSo it's a million and one degrees up here. Not pretty. Sweating like... something very sweaty. *kicks the AC* Hurry up, some of us are dying, and we won't be coming back from the dead, not for salvation of man kind or revenge.
No cutesy Pullip Easter/Passover images. Mainly as I'm lazy and didn't charge the camera's batteries, but also because, well, I'm lazy. That's pretty much my only excuse.
I'd like to know when the blue fuck Easter became like Christmas in the "Ohmygod, must buy useless crap for everyone I know!" department? I get to work, the parking lot is full. I don't even make it to the door before I'm told they had to call newgirl in an hour early because they were so busy. I walk through the doors of doom and see they've got three registers open [photo/reg2/reg1] and there are still lines. This continues until well after midnight. I rang up so many Peeps that I began to wonder if my childhood was the only one to not include brightly colored marshmallow shapes. Pretty much a neverending stream of people for three hours. It was insane.
About an hour into the madness, I wandered over to Reg 1 to drain my Pepsi and Newgirl, whose name is withheld until such a time that she is no longer newgirl, motions to the bags behind the counter and says there's an older gentleman who left these and had I seen him? ...No, but warning bells began to ring. She wandered off during a brief lull to find him.
She had to be paged, twice, to the front because it was Mr. Chatterbox, who has some serious short term memory problems. Thing is, he's very nice so you can't just tell him to fuck off. So you get sucked into this insane conversation that loops around a thousand and twelve times and he will not let you leave. He's also a bit on the touchy feely side, which isn't fun unless you like that sort of thing. So the rest of the night she tried to hide from him as he'd taken a shine to her. I could manage to break away and I think he ignored Kathleen for most of the night, but around 3am I went to snag a magazine and he cornered me. Since he actually needed help, I couldn't just run screaming, so I took him over to the dental aisle and spent fifteen [fifteen!] minutes repeatedly telling him that we only had a limited number of breath spray options. As in one he was interested in, and no, the truck would not bring any other flavors, as they'd get their own peg. So no, if he didn't like peppermint, then unfortunately he'd have to get another brand, or horror!, buy it elsewhere. I'm so very sorry. It seemed to take forever, but finally I was free to go on my break. As I go to punch out, I notice Newgirl has been cornered. Half an hour later, she's still there. :p
To cut this sort of shorter, he was still there after 4:30am. So Mad Madam H called the police and had them kindly escort him away, since he'd been there for at least 6 hours.
Other things. Lindsay Lohan on last night's SNL was a bomb. I don't know if one can blame LL, but the most entertaining moment on the tape was the preview for her new movie. Otherwise, wow. SNL manages to suck in new and not so inventive ways, while still making me love Tina Fey. Go figure.
I think I will forever associate Cowboy Mouth's Joe Strummer with my Rida, Ainsley, considering it was playing when I hacked off her wig and switched it around. It's sort of fitting.
The cat says I should leave now.
No cutesy Pullip Easter/Passover images. Mainly as I'm lazy and didn't charge the camera's batteries, but also because, well, I'm lazy. That's pretty much my only excuse.
I'd like to know when the blue fuck Easter became like Christmas in the "Ohmygod, must buy useless crap for everyone I know!" department? I get to work, the parking lot is full. I don't even make it to the door before I'm told they had to call newgirl in an hour early because they were so busy. I walk through the doors of doom and see they've got three registers open [photo/reg2/reg1] and there are still lines. This continues until well after midnight. I rang up so many Peeps that I began to wonder if my childhood was the only one to not include brightly colored marshmallow shapes. Pretty much a neverending stream of people for three hours. It was insane.
About an hour into the madness, I wandered over to Reg 1 to drain my Pepsi and Newgirl, whose name is withheld until such a time that she is no longer newgirl, motions to the bags behind the counter and says there's an older gentleman who left these and had I seen him? ...No, but warning bells began to ring. She wandered off during a brief lull to find him.
She had to be paged, twice, to the front because it was Mr. Chatterbox, who has some serious short term memory problems. Thing is, he's very nice so you can't just tell him to fuck off. So you get sucked into this insane conversation that loops around a thousand and twelve times and he will not let you leave. He's also a bit on the touchy feely side, which isn't fun unless you like that sort of thing. So the rest of the night she tried to hide from him as he'd taken a shine to her. I could manage to break away and I think he ignored Kathleen for most of the night, but around 3am I went to snag a magazine and he cornered me. Since he actually needed help, I couldn't just run screaming, so I took him over to the dental aisle and spent fifteen [fifteen!] minutes repeatedly telling him that we only had a limited number of breath spray options. As in one he was interested in, and no, the truck would not bring any other flavors, as they'd get their own peg. So no, if he didn't like peppermint, then unfortunately he'd have to get another brand, or horror!, buy it elsewhere. I'm so very sorry. It seemed to take forever, but finally I was free to go on my break. As I go to punch out, I notice Newgirl has been cornered. Half an hour later, she's still there. :p
To cut this sort of shorter, he was still there after 4:30am. So Mad Madam H called the police and had them kindly escort him away, since he'd been there for at least 6 hours.
Other things. Lindsay Lohan on last night's SNL was a bomb. I don't know if one can blame LL, but the most entertaining moment on the tape was the preview for her new movie. Otherwise, wow. SNL manages to suck in new and not so inventive ways, while still making me love Tina Fey. Go figure.
I think I will forever associate Cowboy Mouth's Joe Strummer with my Rida, Ainsley, considering it was playing when I hacked off her wig and switched it around. It's sort of fitting.
The cat says I should leave now.
