Changing the world

My place of employment has a wiki entry.

I have 6 comments to answer, a Facebook letter from someone I haven't talked to in 10 years, and a comment on my high school alumni message board that demands a prompt reply.

But you know what? I spent 6 hours lugging wine, candy, chips and other various and sundry snack foods to the back of the store. I'm a lot tired. Everything can wait until tomorrow after work, or after my afterwork nap, depending. I also still have to finish cleaning my bathroom, which at this point is just waiting on me to get a cloth to wipe the cleaner off.

So, yeah, if you commented here in the past 24 hours, I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you.

And tomorrow...

I have to put it all back.

Plus I won't have a real register for several hours, since they're upgrading mine to Windows XP.

On the bright side, Ra'Shel, in a fit of niceness burned me a copy of Collective Soul's eponymous album from 1995, which was one of the best albums I ever owned. I have no idea what ever became of my old copy, but I now have a new copy to enjoy.

Since I'm going out of town tonight, I'm going to go ahead and post the answer key to the 50 first line meme
found here.

( horrbly mis-spelled answer key )

Anyway, I need to go see if Hollywood Video has a copy of Clue before John gets here. I needs me some Mrs. White.

Oh, but before I go, I'd like to state a few things for the record.

1) How the hell did the warehouse mix up Chambord and Grand Marnier? About the only thing they have in common is that they're cordials. SKU's are totally different, and one's raspberry while the other's Triple Sec.

2) I'm really sick of the thugs both African-American and Caucasian doing grab and runs with the E&J and Christian Bro's Brandy. I mean seriously. If you're gonna piss me off, at least grab something worth drinking.

3) I used to own MC Hammer and C + C Music Factory on cassette, so I guess I'm sort of an ex-thug. *cough*

This has been a really weird day. I have now officially missed two IM's from guys who are interested in me, which is odd since I'm not anyone's idea of handsome.

The highlight of my day was accidently feeling up one of the drivers at work. I backed into him as he was walking forward, so I got to feel his package for about 5 seconds. That is a pathetic highlight to a day.

Anyway, I ended up charging my rose quartz as part of my midsummer celebration last evening. In keeping wit my ethics, I didn't name names, just specific things I'm looking for, as well as asking for them to be drawn nearer to me. This beats the hell out of the Celine Dion spells of my early days. Admittedly, "Send Me a Lover" got me more than a few dates, but I really hate the song with an undying passion. But it's still a hell of a lot better than "It's all coming back to me", which does wonders as an instant karma spell.

Le sigh. It it too much to ask for a nice gent these days who wants to date? I seem to either get instant marriage proposals or one-night stands anymore. What I really want is someone who wants to date exclusively, but not jump into some kind of mortgage. I've lived with a lover once before, and the entire experience burned me something fierce. Thus the need for time spent together as well as apart.

Enough bitching for one night. Blessed be thee who readeth this. May Zeus look kindly upon you, and Athena bless you with wisdom.

Well, today was Scott's b-day, so Greg brought in brownies. Remind me to ask wha's in them next time.

I spent most of my night is la-la land.

Woo-hoo. Nothing like tripping at work. I swear, it was like being at Cassano's again.

Have to go to work...have to go to work....have to go to work...have to finish up my new pizza story...

Finally got started on the evil murder mystery set in a pizza joint...if I like the characters enough, I may use them to write the pizza espionage story I've had floating around for a few years....

Don't wanna go to work...

I'm scared what jannajanna has to say to me...

Today is Beltaine, and I'm running on hormones right now...

Ughhh!

The first part of this will possibly piss people off, and the second part will bore people to death.

Ok, Papa John's is fucking pissing me off right now. Our customers are either stupid fuckin' students or even worse, stupid fuckin' rednex. There is no such thing as a nice fuckin' customer. They all want a special, they all want to bitch because of something I can't fix, and worse, they all want it right when I'm fuckin' in the middle of cleaning. And I'm really pissed that Dave is sucking Steve's dick to get hours, and then calls off constantly, usuallly due to a hangover. I've had bronchitis for a few days, and was told to come in anyway. Now Steve has it, and guess what? He called off. Fuck Steve.
And while we're on the subject, FUCK FUNDY XTIANS! If I have to hear one more time about how the war in Israel id the beginning of the great Tribulation, I am going to go POSTAL! First of all, do the research. The references cited to the "Rapture" are in a whole different book than the story of the Apocolypse. And in answer to gareon's friend's contention that America is the whore of Babylon (not that I don't agree), oh please. Considering that most American fundies give that role to the freakin' pope of the Roman Church, to me this suggests that to those who claim to know the will of God are really just delusional fuckheads with a narcissistic complex. Although my major problem has always been with the complete disregard to any beliefs other than their own warped perspective (case in point: last time I went to a bible meeting the concentrated on specific words rather than the overall meaning of the passage they were studying), this new hypocracy is pissing me off. What they seem to forget is that any philosophic reading, nay, any reading, is subject to interpretation, filtered through individual perception and predjudice. Or they forget to take things in the context they were written, as it was filtered through the author's particular perceptions and predjudices. God did not once ever just sit down and say "Let there be BOOK!" I'll give you the 10 commandments, but even then, when I was researching Judaism, I found a nice little thing about how Genesis was written by at least two different authors, and how some of Deuteronomy was suspect to revision. (Read Karen Armstrong's _History of God_. She can cite more sources than I can can rattle off right now.) And while we're discussing revision, look at the KJV, subject to the fairy king of England's revision to suite his need to prove the divine right of kingship. Now the Qu'aran, at least, has the history of being written by people who actually personally knew the founder (with the exception of what the Prophet himself wrote.) Problem being that when they organized the damn thing (pardon my sacrelidge), they didn't bother to organize it very well. It has a bad tendancy to repeat itself. And the bible itself is incomplete.
Anyway, I've vented my frustration now, so I'm signing off before someone smites or rebukes me.