Murder she wrote.

Let's start off this blog thing with a disturbing story. Whilst running the lovely lottery machine (I can be very sarcastic), a customer informs me of how he noticed that I just recently washed my car. The End.
The horror to this story is that I've never seen this customer before nor enough times to even remember his face... and he knows what car I drive and if & when I wash it? To have a manager and, or a male employee escort me to my car in the flippin' daylight just topped the list of "Reasons to quit." (Not to mention that, that list is already flooding with reasons to quit, this may have just pushed the list to "Reasons to fear for my life!")

'Tis a shame that I just started blogging again and I have the possibility of being murdered by some psycho-lottery-car-stalking man. Though, may I say it's a bit psycho of myself to be the slightest bit flattered... I have the inner-workings of becoming a complete psycho myself and that my friend I've come to terms with.

Other than that, this entry is the first of many horrifying, disturbing, work-bashing entries yet to come. Because I have no life, I therefor bash my job, bash my boyfriend Dave, and or bash myself for having no life. Enjoy.

P.S. May I point out I've reversed the whole cliche blog design. Everything you will ever need is below my entries. Oh yes I did because I'm a loser like that.

P.P.S. To use the word "flattered" in such a sense of "stalkery" is just unheard of. Let's just strip me down and throw me in a pit of rapists/murderers, yeah?!

Posted on May 7, 2008 10:39 PM | Permalink
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