That's right, I went pen emo again and scribbled all over me arm at work today. Here is a slightly more legible version of what is currently attacking my arm.
I'm so boooooored. Yes, it needed the extra o's. Sitting here at "work," although there really isn't that much to do...damn...
My supervisor ran away, so *writing goes upside down* I don't know what the fuck needs doing...shit, this'll be hard to read later. I'm writing up rather than down. I should write this on my blog.
Fuck, now it's gone sideways! It's quite difficult to write on one's own arm.
Now it's upside down again. *cracks neck* Ow...I really want something to eat, my dinner was icky. OH GOD!! Attack of the scwibbles!
...Yes, that was a w.
Does the elbow work? NO!
How will I know what the order is? Fuuuck!
Now I'm almost out of space, so I'm writing on my wrist. Pen emo!
I wish I was ambidextrous, then I'd have room to writhe...I just spelled write with an H...hehe, writhe...
FINGER!!!
Wow, it's hard to write here.
I think I should work now...it's been 20 mins...
Nah, screw it. *pretends to work* The hobos are scaring me...*pop*
"At the tone, the time will be 7:45...*tone* Only 1 hour 15 mins left!!! Hey, Lost is on tonight
(illegible writings, although one of the words looks strangely like "anal")
BACK TO WORK!
By this time, it was 7:50. Meaning that I spent half an hour doing nothing. Actually, I took a 10 minute bathroom break between 7:20 and 7:30. We don't get breaks, so I just go to the bathroom with a snack or a book and take a break there.
...NOT LIKE THAT!!
Wow...I'm really surprised that that much fit on my arm...o.O
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Mall Escapades
Yay! It's about time je did a rant.
(Before I start, I should note, this was several adventures melded into one for your entertainment and more argumentative purpose. Hehehe...looks like porpoise...)
Alrighty. So. It began as I walked in the door to the mall. I was hungry, so I went up to grab a slice of pizza from Mrs. Vanellis. Stupid people, they forgot the fucking apostrophe! I can't add an apostrophe, cos it's copyrighted and whatnot. Anywho...
Cashier: "Wart oo wan?"
Duncan: "Does that come with pizza?"
C: "Pizza! Yes. Wort keend oo wan?"
D: "Uh...I'll have a slice of pepperoni."
C: "Parpioni, yes. Oo wan dink?"
D: "Uh, I'll have a bottle of Pepsi."
C: "Yes, botta Peppi. Dat all? Preece fif senty un."
D: *hands debit card*
C: "Ave neece day!"
Now, just so you know, I have nothing against foreign people. It just pisses me off that all of them have to work as cashiers or telemarketers. If you're gonna work in a job that requires a lot of talking, learn fucking English!!!
Alrighty, so I eat my yummy pizza, and head over to Starbucks to get a coffee. I look at the board and...WHAT THE FUCK?? Who the fuck is supposed to know what the difference between tall, grande, and venti is? THEY ALL MEAN FUCKING BIG! And as for coffees...wait, where's the coffee? Can't one order a plain fucking coffee?? God damn it...you know, Americans usually like to over simplify things, (Hot drinks are hot? No fucking way...) but when it comes to their cafés, they seem obliged to make everything fucking italian. *walks over to second cup*
THANK FUCKING GOD!! Second Cup, a Canadian café uses small, medium and large to dictate what size your coffee is. Not big, big, and big. And low and behold, they actually have coffee. Not a mocha-lapa-dopa-frappaccino or whatever the fuck it is. They use simple things. The most Italian things they have are for things that are actually Italian but have worked its way into English, like latte and mocha. So I order a LARGE VANILLA BEAN LATTE. Not some fucking venti vanillia latte or whatever the fuck it is. And you know what? It's cheaper, and it tastes better. Most people choose Star-retards for the brand name, but it fucking sucks. I have to agree with Foamy on the coffee shop points. Now...onwards we go to HMV.
I walk in, and, because I know which CD I want, head straight for Roger Waters, and grab The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking. I go up to the guy at the cash, and he says... (in one of those creepy gay voices)
Cash: Duuuude...did you see the sticker on this?
Duncan: What, the buy one get one free sticker? No. It was only neon green and covering half the fucking CD case.
C: Well, man, go back and get a second CD. Come on! It's like turning down a free meal!
D: No, I only want this CD.
C: What if someone came up to you and gave you a free meal? What would you do? Would you turn it down? No!
D: Ok, if I had just eaten a meal, and someone came with a free meal, you can bet your fucking ass I'd turn it down because I'd be FUCKING FULL! And I only want ONE FUCKING CD!!!
*pays $10 for it and leaves*
Seriously, though, there's no fucking way I'd ever be able to work at a place like HMV or EB Games. My opinion's too strong. If someone came to buy a Jessica Simpson CD, I'd be tempted to say something along the lines of, "Sorry, I can't sell you this, it's a health hazard to sell one of our customers shit."
And so ends my mini-rant about the mall. I might add more to it later, you never know.
And, as Janine would say, [insert various fish organs]
(Before I start, I should note, this was several adventures melded into one for your entertainment and more argumentative purpose. Hehehe...looks like porpoise...)
Alrighty. So. It began as I walked in the door to the mall. I was hungry, so I went up to grab a slice of pizza from Mrs. Vanellis. Stupid people, they forgot the fucking apostrophe! I can't add an apostrophe, cos it's copyrighted and whatnot. Anywho...
Cashier: "Wart oo wan?"
Duncan: "Does that come with pizza?"
C: "Pizza! Yes. Wort keend oo wan?"
D: "Uh...I'll have a slice of pepperoni."
C: "Parpioni, yes. Oo wan dink?"
D: "Uh, I'll have a bottle of Pepsi."
C: "Yes, botta Peppi. Dat all? Preece fif senty un."
D: *hands debit card*
C: "Ave neece day!"
Now, just so you know, I have nothing against foreign people. It just pisses me off that all of them have to work as cashiers or telemarketers. If you're gonna work in a job that requires a lot of talking, learn fucking English!!!
Alrighty, so I eat my yummy pizza, and head over to Starbucks to get a coffee. I look at the board and...WHAT THE FUCK?? Who the fuck is supposed to know what the difference between tall, grande, and venti is? THEY ALL MEAN FUCKING BIG! And as for coffees...wait, where's the coffee? Can't one order a plain fucking coffee?? God damn it...you know, Americans usually like to over simplify things, (Hot drinks are hot? No fucking way...) but when it comes to their cafés, they seem obliged to make everything fucking italian. *walks over to second cup*
THANK FUCKING GOD!! Second Cup, a Canadian café uses small, medium and large to dictate what size your coffee is. Not big, big, and big. And low and behold, they actually have coffee. Not a mocha-lapa-dopa-frappaccino or whatever the fuck it is. They use simple things. The most Italian things they have are for things that are actually Italian but have worked its way into English, like latte and mocha. So I order a LARGE VANILLA BEAN LATTE. Not some fucking venti vanillia latte or whatever the fuck it is. And you know what? It's cheaper, and it tastes better. Most people choose Star-retards for the brand name, but it fucking sucks. I have to agree with Foamy on the coffee shop points. Now...onwards we go to HMV.
I walk in, and, because I know which CD I want, head straight for Roger Waters, and grab The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking. I go up to the guy at the cash, and he says... (in one of those creepy gay voices)
Cash: Duuuude...did you see the sticker on this?
Duncan: What, the buy one get one free sticker? No. It was only neon green and covering half the fucking CD case.
C: Well, man, go back and get a second CD. Come on! It's like turning down a free meal!
D: No, I only want this CD.
C: What if someone came up to you and gave you a free meal? What would you do? Would you turn it down? No!
D: Ok, if I had just eaten a meal, and someone came with a free meal, you can bet your fucking ass I'd turn it down because I'd be FUCKING FULL! And I only want ONE FUCKING CD!!!
*pays $10 for it and leaves*
Seriously, though, there's no fucking way I'd ever be able to work at a place like HMV or EB Games. My opinion's too strong. If someone came to buy a Jessica Simpson CD, I'd be tempted to say something along the lines of, "Sorry, I can't sell you this, it's a health hazard to sell one of our customers shit."
And so ends my mini-rant about the mall. I might add more to it later, you never know.
And, as Janine would say, [insert various fish organs]
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