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Thursday, August 22nd, 2002
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11:39 pm
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| Monday, August 5th, 2002
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10:47 pm - ..and in conclusion
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as usual, i hit my emotional low for the week on sunday.
i haven't had much social contact lately. i spent 10 minutes talking to a couple of people i know (you know who you are) when they swung by (one) of my place(s) of employment. other than that, nothing. i though about it on sunday, but then i got involved....
i got a new CD burner, and i was going to take the drive out of our crappy sony usb cd burner and put it in our compaq. two devices from two shitty manufacturers. i put a nice, deep jagged cut about a quarter of an inch long in my index finger from one of the many, many sharp edges in that computer. this reminds me of why i bought a mac. so now we have a bloody dvd-rom drive (literally).
and, of course, the cd burner _still_ doesn't work :)
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| Friday, August 2nd, 2002
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11:44 pm
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drunk bastard frat boys driving the jeep daddy bought shouldn't harass other motorists. i wish i had a brick to throw at those fuckers.
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| Thursday, August 1st, 2002
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11:02 pm - customers i HATE
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1) People who are bitchy when we do nice things and break rules for them. Ex.: today a woman brought in a gift (with the receipt) that was on someone else's credit card. we can only charge back to the card or give store credit. when i told her this, she blurted out something bitchy involving "debit card", "as cash" and "manager." we returned it as cash for her (broke the rule). she was a total ice bitch the entire transaction.
2) People who leave religious pamphlets of any type on the counter after the transaction. Ex.: someone left a pamphlet called "The Roman Road" on the counter after a transaction. I ripped it up and threw it out before they even left the door. They weren't very kind or polite all the way through the transaction, then they put this garbage on the counter and walk away without saying anything about it. Thanks a lot folks.....I'll convert to be just like you. The world needs more cranky assholes...
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| Sunday, July 28th, 2002
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10:06 pm
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| Sunday, July 14th, 2002
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11:35 pm - WAW
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whataweek
i worked entirely too much this week. i clocked 68 hours between two jobs. it actually didn't affect me too much 'till saturday night. i was totally fried. i would've cried at the drop of a hat. but then i slept about 12 hours and that fixed everything. i had a really bizzare dream, but i can't remember much of it and i'm sure nobody really cares (it can't possibly be that bizzare).
today the world was my oyster. it's employee appreciation weekend, i blew at least a couple of hours today on sales for just employees. kinda cool, you get to have nice chats with the customers, whether their employees or friends and family of employees. i also had my steep discount become steeper. i picked up a few books i probably won't have time to read this summer, a VBA reference (awful language, but necessary for my second job), plus several CDs. i also got my hands on some promos and some music posters that will be excellent for the dorm. if only every day were like this....
current mood: content (for now)
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| Sunday, July 7th, 2002
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10:45 pm - all work and no play makes this cliche very dull
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this week i fell off the face of the earth.
okay, that's not the whole story.
i got that new job working at my dad's place. so far it hasn't been particularly exciting. i've spent most of my time mastering the software included with the engraver in order to make tags that don't look like shit. this includes working with various and sundry cutting tools, aligning those tools to thousandths of an inch, depth varying upon the thickness of the veneer on the material to be cut. so far, almost no VB though i have dumped $40 into books. oh well, shit happens. my dad said that on wednesday everyone all of a sudden figured out that there was someone making tags again. which means i should be in up to more eyeballs by lunch tomorrow. keeps me busy. now i've just got to buy some headphones and i can bring in my laptop and listen to music while the machine runs.
it's been the week of weeks as far as customers are concerned at my other job. some of them are just fucking freaks. and poor Bill, the bastard's gotten every bizzare and intolerable customer this week. earlier today he had a customer tell us that our store was "a neighborhood of intellectual poverty" because we didn't have a book they wanted. they must be "wanting of intellectual wealth," because i've never heard any other customer say anything that ignorant. He could've ordered it for them, but he probably decided not to offer after that.
current mood: D-E-V-O
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| Tuesday, June 25th, 2002
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11:40 pm
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blah. nothing happened today. i didn't do anything to nothing, and nothing didn't do anything to me. having my weekend during the week sucks.
well, i guess i did watch a lot of television, as i am so creepily reminded of by my playlist...
current mood: frustrated
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| Monday, June 24th, 2002
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11:04 pm - punk epics and merch night
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i worked all weekend. on saturday i thought no one was home because it sounded like G's band was playing a gig that night, but that turned out to be untrue when S called. He and G were over at his house, and we ended up watching Orange Country and listening to a rehearsal recording from G's band. they've been writing a punk epic. they really sound a lot better than when they started, they've grown a lot musically. unfortunately their vocals still suck (they always have), but they know that and their working on it. it'll be cool to hear when it's finished.
S has changed somewhat, and he's now more assertive. maybe his mother is pushing him, i don't know. but he asked me directly if i was avoiding him (no, i just work shitty hours). later on he gave me a shirt that said "Harvard - the Michigan of the East". i tried so hard to leave it somewhere, anywhere. i just didn't want to bring it home with me. all efforts failed. now it's sitting in a corner of my room. it's one of those shirt with the crusty type of printing on top (silk-screen, i think), so it won't make a good dust rag :(. all i know is i'm not ever going to wear it.
sunday wasn't so great either. my co-worker was sick. he just sat there at the far end of the registers on the stool, and i tried to take as many people as possible so he wouldn't have to get up unless there was a line. he didn't seem to recognise and got up anyway. oh well. anyway, sunday is my friday-equivalent since i work weekends, and i was totally fried. my last hour on registers i just wanted all the customers to go away. they all crack retarded jokes (which are all the same jokes, i might add) whenever i ask about the online newsletter or if they want a bag. yes, folks, you are so fucking original. you know, you're the only one who has ever quipped that "i already get enough stuff in my inbox" or that "i want to save a plastic tree." i think my job would be perfect if there were no customers.
some of my co-workers made things kind of okay though. this one guy came up and bought a "how to quit smoking" brainwashing audio cassette, and as it turned out he wanted a CD version. i tried looking it up in the system, but i couldn't tell if the versions listed were cassettes or CDs, so I went up to info and asked P. before i finished the question she answered that i should just shake the box. i told her to stop being such a smart-ass, which turned into a small joke. she spent the rest of the afternoon throwing it randomly at co-workers to see what they'd say.
i came back later for our shelving party/merch night. cliff and i got stuck on bargain books. they were a total mess, and they wanted us to re-arrange the two tables, two footers, a floating shelf/display, and the front table we had for them. they also wanted us to pull all the boxes of bargains from the back room and get them out on the floor, or, if there wasn't enough space, back-stock them. they turned off the air conditioning for the "party" so i was all nasty by the end of the night from moving boxes and huge stacks of cookbooks and journals. i also was in charge of arranging the front bargains display. i never knew arranging merch was so complicated. i arranged that table three times before the GM said that it was good enough that he could "die happy." ah, the strangeness. we also fought over music all night, right from the outset. the music dept people have their own CD player and sound system, so they were content, but the rest of us bickered until about 12:30, until someone but on "odelay" by beck. that shut us up until about 1:30, when we gave up for the night.
current mood: anxious
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| Saturday, June 22nd, 2002
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12:08 am
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today was, well, another day. my parents, their friends, my brother, and his friends all went away for the weekend to canoe on the pine river. they left about midnight. last night i asked a friend (J) to take the dog out during the middle of my shifts today and tomorrow so she wouldn't get to freaked out. there was a book (hauron (sp?) and a sea of stories, by salman rushdie) he wanted, so to repay him i bought it and wrapped it (complimentary gift wrap! [though i did it because i work there]). i left it on the counter where the dog's leash is so he'll discover it tomorrow. i hope he likes it.
about a half hour after my parents left this afternoon they called me to let me know that S had swung by last night. he came over by bike with F. apparently he thinks i'm avoiding him. what a fucking retard. it bothers me when he says stuff like that, mostly because i'm not. i can't do much of anything about the hours i work, and i'm not going to go "chill out" with you at 11:30 after standing for 9 straight hours. it just doesn't work that way.
work was all right today. i only had to listen to the new van morrison CD once before it got swapped out. someone put the new david bowie CD in. i bought it yesterday and i've only really listened to it once, but so far i think it's pretty good. i also go the new moby CD but i haven't even had a chance to listen to that once through. i bought that book for J and things weren't too hectic. tonight one of the managers bought a little package of Jelly Bellies for me. he's a real nice guy, i really like the management at work. it's the first place i've worked where i felt everyone in the hierarchy above me was competent and (above all) pleasant. i'm glad i work where i do.
current mood: tired
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| Wednesday, June 19th, 2002
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11:31 pm - nothing to report
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just another day at work. there were a few odd thing going on though. today we had our first summer kids club camp, with some lady teaching the kids how to do origami. problem is, the lady was an absolute unbelievable psycho bitch. why anyone lets her work with kids is totally beyond me. she was screaming, making the kids chant things, it sounded like she was leading bootcamp over in the children's section. i got to experience her first hand when she came up to the registers later to (incidentally) purchase some books about or origami. she was positively glacial. i thought she was going to kill me when i told her that her teacher's discount and a damaged merchandise discount on a book she had were not cumulative.
on the other hand, origami bootcamp helped to make sure they won't be cutting hours off our schedule any time soon. in the two hours after the event started we raked in some major cash, which is good, because we haven't been that busy lately.
the rest of my shift was pretty uneventful. at lunch i went to buy a book on visual basic and the new moby CD at lunch (i am a cheap music addicted freak), and low and behold i had not activated my new debit card. whoops. i had barely enough cash on hand to pick up the book, and i certainly couldn't afford the CD. that leaves my addiction for tomorrow, where i'll probably pick up not one but two CDs. so much for saving cash for school...
i did a quick read through of that visual basic for the other job i'm going to be starting. they have this tag machine they want to automate and it seems like the only way is through visual basic. fun. it's pretty much everything i expected and more (or less, depending on how you like to see it). stepping back and looking at the overall language, i have discovered (to paraphrase Sir Winston Churchill) "It has all of the features I dislike and none of the mis-features I admire." it's a positively retarded amalgam of regular-old BASIC, C++, and AppleScript with a few other poor design choices i have yet to see anywhere else. oh, this makes me feel confident.
reflecting on the title. i guess i lied. or i'm just trying to make an ordinary day more interesting.
current mood: contemplative
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| Tuesday, June 18th, 2002
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11:37 pm
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well, i guess i'm going to give this a try again. i put a lot of thought into it earlier, but then i put off actually writing by instead doing stupid stuff like changing the way the journal looked and whatnot. that was a great idea.
today i was confronted with a different situation. now, suddenly, in a flash, they want me to work at my dad's company. it would have been nice if they had told me this, oh, say, two months ago. now i'm pretty firmly entrenched at borders. but at $10/hr, it's way too good for me to just pass up. i still want to keep my job at borders though. the sick thing is, i'm going to try and do both.
i'll have to buy a book about visual basic and i'll spend all day making tags out of plastic composites and aluminum. when i'm not doing that, i'll spend time trying to figure out how to automate making tags out of plastic composites and aluminum. then after that (and on the weekends) i'll work at borders. yeah, i'm stupid and foolish, but i'm also young and healthy, so i should be able to pull it off. i need the money from one job but i think i'll probably like the other better so i'm just gonna do both.
i think i had something more substantial to say, but i don't know what. we're already a month and a half into summer and i haven't really done....anything.
i am a very productive member of society.
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| Sunday, June 2nd, 2002
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11:26 pm - the RGIS is coming!
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my partial-unemployment problem may have fixed itself. my (borders) store is doing a big time inventory thing and there's about a month of overtime preparation for it, which means i have hours (yay!)
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| Saturday, March 9th, 2002
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5:32 pm
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| Sunday, February 10th, 2002
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3:05 pm
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i don't even know what to post here, i haven't known for months.
so i'm not going post anymore.
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| Friday, February 8th, 2002
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3:03 pm - summary of today...
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| Thursday, February 7th, 2002
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6:26 pm - How good of a UK citizen are you?
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the quiz
Your score is: 7
How did you fare?
0-3: A charge of treason is in order. To the Tower!
3-5: A valiant effort – the British love a loser.
6-8: Bravo! You've morris danced to the May pole of acceptance.
9-10: Good show. Take your place in the House of Lords immediately.
current mood: amused
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| Monday, February 4th, 2002
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12:16 am
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| Sunday, February 3rd, 2002
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10:43 pm - seen on an away message
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Intuition tells me I need to spend less time making out and more time making progress.- Schuyler
ewww....creepy....
current mood: nauseated
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3:11 am
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people hate me. i am the boy with my head to the ground. it even shows in the way my hair looks: it dries in the positions it does because my neck is always craned down, scanning the cracks in the pavement. ignore me, just don't hate me. but i crave human contact. i want friends, people to share with, confide in. i can't find them. and i have a distinct feeling that a lot of people here don't' like me. just leave me alone. don't look at me the way you do, with that distrustful eye. you don't know me, you don't know who i am, or what i am, why i am here, what i am doing. you don't' know how i feel, how much hurt inside sometimes, how i think. all you do is inflict more pain. so please avert your eyes and pay me no mind. if i am nothing then i am not worth looking at. let me shuffle past, head down and eyes low. i ain't got nothing at all.
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