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Recently while standing in line at Walmart (In case you wondered, I spend approximately 40% of my life there) I began looking for something to amuse me so I didn't get annoyed at the lady in front of me getting confused by the self-checkout that tells you every little move to make. I peer off in the distance to where my eyes were met with a friendly greeting by a bank that had set up shop in a little hole in the wall, a bank who had a quite large flat screen tv, one which, of course, it's emp...

O. M. G. Did you see it? Well, did you?! It was monumental!! I mean, David v. David?!?! This phrase almost mademe commit horrible crimes. Apparently I am the only person in all of America who could NOT give shit less about american idol. I give negative-shit to be exact. I wish beyond wish that the producers of american idol (btw, I realize it would be "proper" to capitilize the title, but I won't fearing I would validate it to do so) would get smart and start using their evil empire for goo...

Recently, I have found myself reacting inappropriately to situations. Not inappropriate in an offensive manner, more like just reacting against norm. Because I'm poor/classy, I enjoy writing checks at Walmart because I'm allowed to write it for 20 over, which gives me cold, straight cash for my lonely pocket. Well, this bit me in the ass this last time. On my precious 1-hour lunch break (on which I enjoy eating and mocking CNN, as that is what's on the tv in the break room), I head to walmart...

So I've forgiven Carolyn for being irritating, because once I took a step back, she's actually pretty damn amusing to watch. She's easily flustered, you see, so the smallest of tasks can set off a series of events that quickly escalate into tirades of mumbling punctuated by outbursts of louder words. I actually don't know what's funnier, just calmly standing back and letting her go, or the look on the customer's confused face over her actions and my amusement. All in all, I shall let her live...

Well, I'm about 5 days into my new job at Harley Davidson, and I can safely say that I already have an enemy co-worker. Her M.O. is scarily similiar to a previous co-worker of mine, which I find both irritating and haunting. It seems I pique women in their 50's, wearing far too much make-up, with nothing more to live for in their lives but their job. Oh, and their names are always Carol, Carolyn, or somewhere in that family. It started when I claimed a sale. I had made the sale, I want the co...

While preparing my delicious dinner this evening, I excitedly reached for the perfect burger condiment, ketchup (catsup?). Much to my dismay when I flipped back the lid, raised the bottle and gave that baby a squeeze, it "pissed" all over my bun, thus ruining what was to be the perfect hamburger. You know what I'm talking about? The 8 oz. of ketchup (catsup?) water that comes pouring out, only to be prevented by at least 3 minutes of vigorous shaking afore hand. Needless to say, I was less th...