i'm glad to see the poem i noted below has awaken a new era on jen's website. it makes me feel good cause:

a. it means someone besides me reads this :P
b. ernest cline is a wicked cool slam poet
c. i miss slam poetry and think it should be quoted more
d. i was having a sucky day, and that made it less sucky.

so i've decided i hate work. yes, it's easy. but i've worked there 6 years, in which i've called in sick once (yes once, and that once my former-boss being the asshole he was/is hung up on me), i've gotten like 3 warnings (average cashier prolly gets at least 1 every 1-2 months), and i always come in extra if they ask. what do i get for that, shit! shitty hours, shitty pay. i was supposed to get a .50 raise 4 weeks ago and i've seen diddly. i don't ever get cash-in hours anymore, and each week i get less and less hours total and less hours in the booth. and oh yeah, all the sudden i only get to work every other sunday (1.5 x pay). i'm ready to quit. i say that all the time, but damn i'm ready. if i see next's week schedule tomorrow and it sucks, i reeeeally need to consider this option.

but at least when you hate your job you don't care if they get mad if you ask for two weeks off. maybe i'll start being like most of the other screwballs that work there and don't get fired and i'll just start calling in sick at 3:30 when i was supposed to be in at 3. or better yet, i just won't show up. i'll be constantly late. i'll suck at my job. i'll mouth off to customers. yeah. yeah. they don't get fired. this could almost be an office space scene in the making.

so now that i've indulged in my moment of self-pity. i'm going to go get some dinner. and maybe email jfly since i haven't and i miss her. and maybe call emily cause i haven't and i miss her. and maybe call jim cause apparently the crack monkey is now living right down the street and he doesn't even let me know!

anywho. things i should do. prolly will do none. but oh well. at least i tried :P:P