I totally forgot how bizarre book-selling is. Yesterday this older lady came in and bought a book for her mother, loudly complaining the whole time about how her mom doesn't read and barely even looked...my textbooks, but I don't know if I like my classes yet and they have to be in untouched condition to return them to the bookstore. Siigh. I guess I'll just have to watch some more tv on the internet

I wonder if the world would come crashing to a halt if this agency actually bought new rubber bands that didn't snap in one's face. (Literally, in fact: that last one hit me right between the eyes when it broke.)

He To Whom I Am Married accompanied me on second walkies yesterday afternoon. As we walked along the trail near the rail yard, I was vindictively pleased to see not one, but two, speeders pulled over....In the meantime, I ordered the medium; if it arrives in the same time frame, I should still have it to wear for the Eccentri-ganza next weekend. Now I just need to come up with the rest of an outfit

I pass a book on my shelf called Simplify Your Life and the first thing I think is: "I'd like to simplify my life by not working."

Word has leaked out at the office that I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Sunday and am in the midst of rereading it. Apparently, I am now the office Potter Authority, as two different people who have never read any of the books have now come up to me and asked whether or not Harry dies. I am vastly amused. Vastly, I say.

I had such a shitty day, I don't even know. About twenty billion people came into my store thinking they could pay for their gas. And um, no. The gas station is right next door. The liquor store is the...us? 40. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? I hate people, but I kind of love you all. ♥ Bonus points for telling me the kind of person you hate the most at your place of work.

The second best thing that happened to me all day: This is the final boarding call for West Jet flight [whatever whatever] with service to [wherever]. If you are not on board, please make your way to...to make a large obnoxious gold star that she could pin on her snappy West Jet uniform. The best thing: Baaaaaaaaaaaaby brother. I could squish his little face for hours on end. And I just might

There was a little old (eighty-four) lady in my store today. She, and one of her girlfriends, way back when, quit their respectable teaching jobs (grades 1-9 in a one-room schoolhouse) to join the air...missing in action in France (and later found to be dead). She ran away . To join the air force . To rescue a hot boy. If my life is half as amazing as that, I will be so fucking proud of myself

I JUST BOUGHT CHAI CREAM ALCOHOL! OH MY GOD. THIS IS WHAT IT SAYS: Voyant Chai liqueur is blended to perfection using the finest aged rum, fresh dutch cream, BLACK TEA, premium spirits and a distinctive...coffee or TEA. blah blah etc. I AM GOING TO BE DRUNK ALL THE TIME NOW OKAY? OKAY. Also, my new coworker at the liquor store is an absolute fucking riot . We are going to get along so well. \o

The problem with retail, is that you can't actually kill any of the customers. No matter how idiotic and bent on 'purchasing goods' they are. God, who makes these rules anyway?