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| What a lot of people don't know about me is that I actually have a lot of tact. I keep a lot of my thoughts internally, and don't really bother to express a lot of what goes on in my noggin. A lot of my negative thoughts never really get the light of day.
That said, my formidable abilities were subjected to quite the test last Friday.
It all started in my quest to get out of the single club that a group of us have established. I saw an ad on a personals site I use that I liked, and I initiated contact with said person. It seemed like we had some chemistry, and he was easy on the eyes (at least from the picture on the site, more on that later).
The reality, suffice it to say, was a let down. To start with, we met at his apartment, to celebrate a friends birthday. Probably the wrong forum, as its exposing me to his friends, who I don't know, limits our ability to interact, etc. His ability to carry a conversation was non existant in face to face conversation. Not to mention the fact that most of his friends seemingly were fresh out of high school.
The fact that his friends were all of the freshly graduated high school vintage had a couple of implications. First, they were drinking to get drunk. Second, drinking to get drunk means really cheap, really shitty vodka. Third, having recently graduated high school means you have no understanding of how things work and thus are prone to advocating Communism as an ideal. Or actually believing "Sicko" is a representative comparison of US and other systems of healthcare. Or World of Warcraft. Or stealing from Wal-Mart is justified because they are a big corporation.
The evening ended with me taking a cab to the Dundee, slightly soused, to see Follow that Bird. I daresay that movie had a better understanding of how the world works than they ever will. | | |
| So, yesterday, my assistant manager told me that one of my coworkers had some money missing from safe drops that he did. I could see that happening, being a fellow coworker. Counting too quickly, bills getting stuck together, etc. This is only a problem if the register doesn't balance out, or it's not balancing out on the books that the managers do.
Even so, the ability to fire someone for something like that is not as extant as it should be, as the evidence is only circumstantial. The coup de grace, such as it were, came from the fact that said coworker was buying da reefer while on the clock.
This testimony comes from a couple of sources. Three in fact. One is a person who literally has nothing better to do in life than hang out at my place of work. The other one is someone who had nothing better to do than tell my assistant manager about the guy buying reefer, and the third person is a crackwhore.
Naturally, today, my assistant manager asked me if I could come in Friday.
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| So, being an employee in the most wretched hive of scum and villiany for over a year makes you eligible for the company's 401(k) plan. Employer matches the contributions you make at half up to 8%. In other words, I contribute 8% of my income, they match that with 4% of it. Basically, I'm going to take over the world.
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| So, tonight, a guy came in who had his cell phone stolen. He wanted to call the police and file a report. Fair enough. The guy who stole it was black, and that was all the guy could tell the police over the phone. Well, that was the only descriptor he could give the cops, because "All black people look alike, they're like monkeys!"
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| Got called a "Yankee Motherfucker" tonight by a Southerner. He then proceeded to tell me that "Lee had surrendered, but I haven't!" and "The SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN!!!" You can't make this shit up. | | |
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