**ZOOM** neiner neiner, missed me!...OW!!!

[viashno]

Ok, so once again it's time for this bi-randomly entry of My Journal *Insert spooky music here*. Fortunately, the editors managed to pull this one off just before the deadline, namely, me deciding that it wasn't worth it to write this due to exhaustion, headache, and better things to do. So unlike usual, this episode will not be (completely)

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[viashno]

As the editor of this fine, intellectual source of entertainment, I would like to apologize. apparently, there were some technical difficulties (not surprising really since the computers we use are currently possessed by the evil minions of Satan, and all the exorcists in the region are booked through 2012 with small children). The end of the last entry may have seemed quite sudden and unexplained. If you thought this, then you were, in fact, correct. Our brilliant author spent quite a deal longer writing the thrilling conclusion to this entry, however, at the end of it, he promptly passed out in an exhausted stupor: he is currently in the hospital being treated with massive quantities of caffeine and speed. However, it is our duty to attempt to bring you the full message that the author had inteded. It is thus that we have hired another writer to finish the article. So with out further ado, the thrilling conclusion of this marvelous, genius, ravingly, maddingly, outstandingly, completely, absolutely (WHAT THE FUCK!!! I THOUGHT I

[viashno]

So, the towards the end of my shift (the end of my fucking seven and a half hour shift!!! one half hour short of another half hour break...fuckers) I was sitting there drooling due to the massive media overload with scene changes rapid enough to give small japanese children seizures, sort of like the pikachu effect. All of the sudden I realized that there was a man with his wife and two sons standing in front of the video games, so I walked over and asked him if I could help him (as I was supposed to do). He said that no, he was just looking. I said "okay" and went over to help someone else. A little while later he signaled me over and told me that his sons wanted two games, I pulled them out of the case, rang them up, and asked them if they wanted to help support our schools and get a day of 10% off their purchases (as I was supposed to do, but beware the evil of these cards, they have obscene interest rates and only donate 1% of your instore purchases and .5% of your out of store purchases to the school, so schools end up getting

[domalicat]

I thoroughly enjoyed your post, especially the part in your reply about recognition for doing the job that they told you to do. I deal with this sort of stuff every day so it was funny to hear someone else is as well.