Goddamn, was it busy at work yesterday.
I didn't get to lay a finger upon even one of the sixty or so boxes piled in the backroom. Nor did I get to touch the two Pull Lists assigned to me. My shift was spent either at the register, the customer service desk or cleaning up after The Swine.
This one douchebag took six mass-market W.E.B. Griffin books over to a chair and left them on the floor for us to pick up after. And I'll bet my life that he didn't even get through a quarter of any of those six stories.
A lady left a pile of wedding magazines on the floor. I hope that on her wedding day, she walks into the bathroom to find the groom pumping away into the maid of honor's rectum.
There was this one middle-aged woman who I was helping at the register. Unappealing, standing at about 4'2", a wart on her face, the woman was irritated because she couldn't locate her deck of numerous membership and savings cards within her purse. She was like a demented, pissy imp. She was purchasing some novel about wizards and strange, enchanted creatures. Brushing up on her home country's history, I suppose.
And in less than an hour, I'm back to work.
Hopefully, I'll get something done today.
Song of the Day is BLISTER IN THE SUN by the Violent Femmes:
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