Dipshits

"The time is now 10 PM and The Store is closed" is not slang for "The time is now 10 PM and The Store is still open."

Put down the "Better Homes" magazine and go to your actual home. Get the fuck out.

Apart from that, the shift wasn't terrible. I wasn't bothered too much while working on my assigned tasks.

I had neither green beer nor green pancakes to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, though. Unfortunately, there's this stupid rule about not getting drunk while at work. Chugging a Jameson while on the clock is a termination-worthy offense. You can't even do it during your break. You refrain from imbibing until after you've completed your shift. Next they're going to say that I can't take a ten to snort cocaine off the belly of a prostitute in the bathroom.

I think I'll pen a letter to Corporate asking them to rectify their draconian rules.

You know, I've been drinking a lot more since I started working there in January 2008. It's not a terrible place to work (unless you want, you know, a living wage) but there's this pervasive gloom which I think affects everybody there. That place is sapping our spirits. Maybe that's the impetus behind my increasingly frequent drifts toward alcohol. And speaking of drinking, I started reading that book "The Last Lion: The Fall and Rise of Ted Kennedy." I like it thus far.

Anyway, the Song of the Day is "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand" by the Primitive Radio Gods. A song which reminds me of that one time when I was standing outside a broken phone booth with money in my hand.