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Jul 01, 2004 19:52


someone should tell tim...because I'm now employeed at a crazy chain store corporation place with all kinds of rules and policies (that can both help and hurt me, but mostly I'm just supposed to fear them).

I'm on such a NOFX kick. tsk tsk. must put an end to that.

alright, well. wednesday, I had to go watch videos. I discovered that Mary Jewett worked there! yay! But then she told me she was leaving at the end of the week :( During her break, she visited me and we laughed at the pathetic videos. I want a job pointing out all the stupid/cheesy/lame things in "informational videos." That'd be fun.

I went to see Fahrenheit 9/11. Chunky's in Windham is a baaad cinema though. Now I remember why I stopped going there. It's annoying with all the waitresses/waiters walking by, and talking, etc. Plus, it isn't as dark as other theatres, which I assume would be because of the waiters/waitresses. But it was $5 night and it was convenient.

murder the government!

Then I had actual work today. 8-5. Holy crap. But Mary worked until 3, and that was cool. I hate the smell of all the cigars and stuff, which I was right infront of all day. I hate how no one cares to use a little windex or antibacterial spray on the counters.

I dont' know. I'm starting to think maybe the camp ground wasn't so bad. Well, there are pluses and minus for both, I suppose...and umm, I've only actually worked for one day so I should shut up anyways.

But at the campground, I was constantly cleaning the counters and everything because tourists germs = EWWWW. I was very fond of the cleaning sprays and antibacterial lotion. And I never had to be around tobacco products. And I got to hang out with the manager's dog and give her dogbones. And I wouldn't be fired for literally telling someone to fuck off (although, they preferred if I didn't do that unless I was told to do so first.)

That is not the case at RiteAid. I guess it isn't hard to get days off though, so that's good.

Ohhh my my I don't know. I just hate the idea of having to work for the rest of my life.
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