All Work and No Play Makes Me a Dull Boy

So yesterday while walking around work I had a woman drive up to me while out on the lumber pad. She gets out and walks over to me and says Excuse Me, and asks me if we have a large scale in our store. I told her that I didn't think we sold any. She then stops me mid-sentence and says "I don't want to buy one, I want to use one, do you have one to weigh your shipments." I tell her that that is a negatory. She then procedes with her story of how she really needs one badly to weigh a package she needs to mail as if I'm gonna say, "Well, I'm sorry if that's the case then let me pull a magic scale from my fucking asshole." I told her no again and she became angry with me and asked if Wal-Mart had one and I told her that I worked at Home Depot not Wal-Mart so I wouldn't know. She then got back in her mini-van and drove wrecklessly through the parking lot and like swooped past me in the lumber pad and around the back of the building the wrong way. I was praying that I truck would be there and a head on collision would happen to that fucking ignorant fucking whore.

My Life Reads Like the Classifieds...

If you've seen Willy Wonka, reading this blog is like the scene when Charlie sees the lights on the building turn back on after being dormant for so long.

So may I take this moment to say "No" to any fucking request that you have of me at work because I am sick of every fucking person that I turn to asking a "favor" of me. I hate the goddamned fucking cashiers thinking that they are my fucking bosses because they can fucking call for my assistance to help customers. Some of them call to have me remove the fucking trash, if I wanted to deal with fucking trash I would be the fucking trash collector not the fucking lot attendant...not that I choose that either. Tell me to fucking collect the fucking carts all the fucking time, YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING BOSS NOR MY SUPERIOR SO SUCK MY FUCKING BALLS. I kinda feel better.

"I brake for birds" a new bumper sticker I saw. I found this to be fucking stupid because I have never seen a breed of bird in Massachusetts that doesn't fly out of the way when you drive at the fucking thing. Unless of course it's a dead bird then who the fuck would brake for that besides animal patrol...maybe this person was an officer of animal patrol...hmmmmm....I don't fucking know...What the fuck ever

Attention, Attention, May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room...SUICIDE?

So me and Chowski are firm believers that Suicide is a choice. We were told otherwise yesterday afternoon. They believe that it is NOT a choice. I do not see how it isn't a choice. Can you tell me? Do you agree or disagree?

Well anyways we were told that while waiting in line for The Academy Is... concert. This concert has turned me into a fan of Cobra Starship, Armor For Sleep, and The Rocket Summer. It was a good time in line with the people next to us until Chow went and made the girl cry with talks of suicide but she was obviously a lunatic if she thinks that there is no choice when it comes to suicide. Fucking weirdo. It was incredibly cold and there was a hurricane off of Hampton Beach and we were sitting at the beach.

I would like to know what business that gothic people have at The Home Depot. They do not do home improvment. They grieve their life because mommy and daddy pay for all of their ridiculously expensive retarded looking makeup and clothing. Fuck them fucking fucks.

I guess that's it for now. And contrary to the title of the blog I am not actually thinking of comitting suicide. Probably got your attention though...