Day 306
This morning was one of those awesome mornings when you get tons of shit done. Unfortunately, this doesn't make for interesting stories. I got a job application done and a few crucial emails and calls. I now have a hair appointment and a transcript on the way. But really nothing exciting to say about any of it.
After my productive morning I went to work today and learned two new things. One of the services we provide at the Post Office is that if you are not home we hold your packages for you to come and pick up. When you pick up your packages you must show a government ID and since we are located on campus many people try and show their student ID cards as proof of who they are but nearly everyone of them will pull out a government ID no problem when asked. Everyone that is except the bitch today. She thought it would be best to argue with me like there was something to win. I played along for a little while until I realized I have a secret weapon. "Well that's how it is and if you've got a problem with that you can come and talk to my manager tomorrow."
The other thing I learned while working at the Post Office today was that I could close the Post Office without having any clue as to how to do it. I figure you can't really mess anything up too badly if you count the money and turn off the lights. That is all you really should do if you are getting paid in slaps to the face and combined with one of the smallest denomination of Monopoly money per hour.
I have been waiting all night for my friend to get ahold of me. Seriously, I can't imagine something more loserly to be doing right now. The friend I am referring to is a guy I know who studies in my homestate and is here, as in in my residence, for a conference. At first I thought, 'How the hell is he hanging with geeky conference losers instead of me?' my second thoughts, 'He's getting a PhD, he is a geeky loser.' And, 'I bet those geeky losers are out on the town having fun not sitting at home watching Extreme Home Makeover and waiting to cry. Shit, I wonder if I can catch up with them.'
So the 100 Greatest Rock songs are on TV. It does rock but what is surprising is that so many of the guys in the greatest rock bands of all time are now in Christian rock bands. I wonder if they still rock and nobody knows about it. Hmm, probably not. What I really want to know though is how many people in rock over the years have had perms. Also, what the fuck is Bret Michaels doing wearing a Bret Michaels t-shirt, seriously?
"Everyone on Quest is looking for casual dating, love or even more!" This is what the lady on the freaky telephone singles line said. If it isn't freaky enough that there are still singles phone lines what does the "...or even more!" mean? Last I checked "casual dating" and "love" are the only two ways a relationship can go besides non-existent. What the hell are they talking about? Fuzzy fetishism? Bestiality? I don't get it. I wonder if they have a helpline, in more ways than one.
Tip of the Day: It's okay to hate Bret Michaels and the fact that he won't go away. It's okay.
-Canadian Castaway
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