i think i'm degenerating. i think i'm melting down into my own version of primordial ooze. more and more i come into work and fantasize about kicking the shit out of everyone i see, especially my co-workers. aren't you supposed to hate the customers?

apparently the store manager decided she would come back from florida today. she's been gone for an entire week. i'd say it was a peaceful week, but all kinds of other dumb shit dropped onto my plate, so…yeah. i may have mentioned that my manager is an ignorant slut. yeah. today i've upgraded her to a word i dare not even say in the confines of my own l'il weblog.

oh, hell…this is my space…she's a cunt. there. i said it.

the altercation occurred as soon as she showed up. she started giving me shit for parking directly behind the store. this led to the following conversation…

her: you need to move your car. i thought i told you not to park there.
me: it's saturday. i parked there every saturday for a year.
her: you need to park it in the garage. that's why we pay for parking passes.
me: if you want me to move my car because you want to park there, just say so. let's not beat around the bush.
her (flustered): just move your car.

so i didn't move my car. she finally got around to leaving and said "i thought i told you to move your car." i replied that i was too busy doing my actual work to drive the two blocks to the garage and walk back. she told me to move my car right then and there.

i relented. i know, i know…i backed down. but i was sick of hearing her whinyass voice. it makes me want to punch her, every time i hear it. so i moved the car.

as i was walking back, she was coming out of the store and then we got to have this little conversation…

her: thank you!
me: :::grumble:::…whatever…:::grumble:::
her: you're supposed to say "you're welcome."
me: well…you're not.

the standard worker bee thought of running around the workplace with a gun just doesn't cut it for me, anymore. now i want a switchblade. a hunting knife or something. i just want to run around stabbing people. i think it's more up close and personal. it shows you care.

you know…in the nicest, least psychopathic way possible.

telavet played last night. scott and i got really drunk and went to numerous other locations after the show. i saw a hot girl at the show and at a party afterward. i didn't talk to her very much. i'm a social retard.

i think i've revealed enough of my feelings of worthlessness for one day, thank you.