Goddamnit! Goddamnit.

One word: Retail therapy. By golly, I'd sure like to know how I'm going to be able to pay my phone bill.

Working at Videorama is literally COSTING me money. There's a lot of downtime in this shop, at first I spent my time working. That didn't go well. Then I started reading but recently stopped because I can't seem to be able to focus on anything. (Besides my addiction to prescriptions which aren't prescribed to me and all the men I can't seem to keep) THEN! I came across online shopping. Which is what I now do. ALL DAY. I spend more money at work than I actually 'earn.'

Today I bought a shirt with Andy Kaufman's big bloody face on it.

BUT, this isn't a fashion blog so I won't continue on with my 'recently purchased' list.

AND, this isn't a 'feelings' blog so I won't tell you how lame some guys are. Even more so their girlfriends. (THEY WERE ON A BREAK)

God, definately off track. If you can believe it, I originally started this post because I was trying to peruse various shopping websites and all the goddamned customers kept interrupting me. And then I got mad. Hence.

Oh, and this message is for Brian, my thief of a coworker... (You stole my Rockstar last night you big boob!)

P.S. Last night I attempted to watch Immortal Beloved. Big fat NO to that one. Then, Bronson, NO. I passed out watching National Treasure 2 and thinking pleasant thoughts about drugs and how I would have liked to be on some.

On a completely different issue.. I can't tell if I'm a product of my environment. I BUY music so I'm gonna say no.



xoxo

Whatever You Sayyy Master

I make it a personal goal to make sure no customer at Videorama ever feels special.

Especially because most everyone wants to feel special. They want to think that they're a valued customer. No. Not happening. Not by ME anyway. Sorry to say, I let other people ruin 'it' for others.

I just don't understand people these days. CONSTANTLY asking questions. And they're always questions that you can answer yourself. "Where's The Sound of Music?" FUCKIN MUSICALS! Where the fuck else do you think it would be?! When I go into a store and I have to ask an employee a question I am COMPLETELY mortified.

Fridays are the absolute worst. They're the busiest nights of the week and of course I work them. Alone. The phone is ringing off the hook (I absolutely HATE talking on the phone. Doesn't matter if they're strangers or not. HATE. TALKING. ON. PHONE. My grandmas learned to text because of this reason) People keep asking if there's this movie or that movie (tonight the popular title has been The Hurt Locker, up yours Oscar announcements) and OF course all the crazies, dumb dumbs and philanderers alike are lurking about. Videorama seems a popular establishment for these kind.

Brain dead customers are almost always the sole cause of my endless ranting. And I do apologize. To think, I at one time thought of myself as a people person. When mama's had her opiates I suppose she is.


xoxo

*This is my 69th post by the way