Joys of the Workplace

Mood: tired
Music: dandy warhols - we used to be friends

So I havn't written anything in a few days short of quite a while. Mainly due to work. And school. And rugby. And having a geographically inconvienient boyfriend whom I could e-mail instead. And the time allotted to freaking out over University choices. (And of course also due to pure, wonderful laziness.)

Anyways, for the most part I am liking my work now that the brainwashing segment --uh, I mean computer training-- is over, and I get to do actual work. My co-workers and superiors are all darlings. And if I had any subordinates I'm sure they would be darlings, too. (Oh wait-- they're called Lot Associates! Ha ha!)

And something that is especially fun is when you're operating your cash register and you press Escape at the wrong time and you get that badass little prompt that says

"Escape is not allowed at this point."

Which is particularily poignent when, say, everyone in the store has formed a line at your till and your scanning apparatuses mysteriously cease to function.

It's almost as good as the time Mikey got on the intercom and requested "a lighting associate to the lightbulb section." Hehe. (...It was funny to me, alright?)

And I'm spent!

[edited to say: "Money money money money, mooooooooney!"]