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    Thursday, December 30th, 2010
    11:22 pm
    Oh, thank sweet zombie Jesus the holiday season in retail is over. Wherever the fuck October is, she's laughing at me right now and I kind of hate her for that.

    Memorable customers THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS:

    1: Kid who tried to stuff a bunch of game cases down his pants. Haha, kid, joke's on you, those things are behind the counter/in the back room. Seriously, I thought everybody knew that by now.
    2: Dumbass who insisted that a game that is made SOLELY for the X-BOX 360 and PC is available on the PS3. Um, no. Just no. Come back and try again when you're not so made of fail.
    3: The so-called lady who punched me. Hope you enjoy your shiny, shiny assault charges, ma'am!
    4: The teenagers who wanted to buy a bunch of the really shitty pre-owned games that're in the $2 bin just to put them in the microwave and see what happens.

    The last one was my favorite, because I did the exact same thing when I was fourteen, except it was with a bunch of those stupid AOL discs we had laying around. Or was it NetZero? Fuck if I remember.
    Saturday, July 17th, 2010
    5:55 am
    That singing thing? Fucking sucked.

    On the other hand, I'm immensely grateful I didn't get stuck singing in stupid girly pop songs the whole time. So, dude responsible for it all, thanks for that!

    Not that singing heavy metal was much better, but at least I don't look back on it all and want to crawl under a fucking rock. Plus I'm pretty sure my girlfriend and my kid would tease me for the rest of eternity for it. And believe me, they would and they could. Ah, the joys of not dying.

    Current Mood: amused
    Thursday, November 5th, 2009
    12:14 am
    Halloween was awesome. I was a stoned potato for a couple hours. Which, aside from the being in a potato suit, is... not all that different from how I spend my off hours, anyway. I think I'm one of the few people who enjoyed the whole turning into your costume thing, actually.

    But that was Halloween and now I've got nothing to concentrate on except... uh... aw shit, it's November now. November means Black Friday, and Black Friday means me wondering if I can bring a gun to work and threaten to shoot the customers that don't stay in the goddamn lines until it's their turn. Somehow I don't think that's going to work out, though. Shame, really, it's about the only thing that'll keep the ravening hordes in check -- and even that's not a sure thing.

    Maybe I'll pay the grandkids to work crowd control. Semi-Endless offspring have to be good for something. Just kidding, guys, you know I love you. Okay, except Teri. No, really, I swear I'm kidding.

    Ugh, I really should've started an action plan for this months ago. October would be laughing her ass off at me right now if were here. Damn, I miss that wench.
    Friday, July 24th, 2009
    7:32 pm
    So guess what? Have just realized that I'm quite possibly the most unproductive member of my family. We'll include the creepy terrorist son-in-law to be in this mix, just for the hell of it. But yeah, the most unproductive out of any of us. I was going to say useless, but naaah. Even I'm not quite that bad. Besides, at the absolute worst, I make one kick-ass paperweight.

    Been thinking about what October kept trying to get me to do when we first got here and go back to school. Didn't do so well at it the first time, but... shit, man, who knows? Maybe I'd do better this time. Or at least get a spectacular crash and burn out of the deal.

    It's not like I can't afford it. Top Shelf's got me living rather damn comfortably. And I've got employees that I trust to not burn the place down. Well, not on accident, anyway. Intentionally and for the insurance money? Quite possibly. (And in case you're thinking of it, don't. I know where you guys live. Don't make me hurt you.)

    Current Mood: cheerful
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