Holy crap, a real post, not something short and simple like we have grown to expect.

Nov 12, 2008 16:55



Dear friends, countrymen, and fellow sentient beings (I.E. anyone who may read what I blather),



I would like, if I may, to speak about my second job for a little while. I was going to write a post about what a horrible person I have been in the past and make a case that I am changing for the better. I wrote a few paragraphs and as cathartic as it was to write it, it wouldn’t be a good idea to post it. It involved several person reflections I have made about myself, and it included some intimate conversations with my wife ( mistyksteele ). I don’t feel that it’s my place to discuss that with anyone but her. Sorry. What I can say on a personal not, is that I am trying to get reconnected with a few past friends. Some have been responsive and we have had wonderful conversations catching up. Others, I can only assume (Yes in know what happens when you assume) want noting to so with me ever again. To those I wish the best of fortunes and the best of lives, if I have wronged you in a any way, you have my deepest apologies

Now with the somber part of this post done, onto the stories of my late night job.. As some of you know I am working some nights at a national chain of food markets. I will not name them by name, in case any of my employers read this somehow. I fill refer to them as Food Mart, or FM for short. I do have some pictures, but all logs will be blocked out. These stories are not to bad mouth FM, but to let me vent about my happenings there. I guess that about does it for a disclaimer, read if you want to, don’t if you don’t.

Let begin with to those who are patient, kind, and understanding, Thank you very much. To those who are rude, nasty, arrogant, and just too stuck that you can’t see the s**t on your knees, then FU, that’s right FU! You don’t know who I am, or anything about me. I am sorry it’s such a Fing chore to come to FM and get you food. Oh wait, you can order online now. If it’s so Fing bad, do that, it will save you and me the hassle of trying to please your sorry A$$. Now this is not intended to be directed at everyone who is in a bad mood when they see me, not this is for the people who are consistently pissed off for being there. If you are trying to ruin my day, guess what it doesn’t work, because I come home to my family, sure they are asleep when I get there, but I know that I am loved. You, you miserable bastard probably are lonely and hating it. I win!

Now onto pet peeves. Yes, I do hate when these happen, but I let it slide as a minor annoyance   Today I will share my number one pet peeve.  Please don’t call me by my name unless we are talking in a friendly manner. Yes the name tags are there for you to know who we are, but not to make me you friend. I allowed my name tag to be wrong (It says Will instead of my preferred name, Vilhelm destroyer of men, devourer of souls, and all around fun guy), so I know who I really like and those I don’t know in just a few seconds.

And now for a new weekly segment (as long as I work at FM). I don’t want to know what you’re doing with that. The first prize goes to a young lady lady who came through my line on Saturday night around 11:00pm. Her order was a box of Monistat 7, 3 large boxes of condoms (variety packs), 2 tubes of KY, and 2 multi packs of Pregnancy tests. I don’t want to know the reasons for her shopping order. I could be innocent like a bachelorette party, or it could have been much more sinister. Again I don’t want to know what she was doing with that.

On a different note mistyksteele, has promised to help me in getting liam1129  set up. She has even promised to write the posts to make sure it’s done at a regular basis. Go me for finding her. All I have to do I finally print out every picture we have of the boy and get to work on the new project.
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