|ah!!! no fair! no fair!!|
|obrien: i *HATE* you! i tried to get a job there and they made it very much clear that it wouldn't be worth the effort to turn in my application. But that's ok, i wasn't looking forward to working with books, the most wonderful creation of man, anyway. *sniffs*
my brother is hooking me up with a job, though. $8.75 an hour bagging gorceries for old people, fat bitches with whinny spoiled fat children, stupid people, gang bangers, rejects from the mental hospital, etc.
I need to go teach myself self control, otherwise when i start i'll more then likely throttle somebody with a plastic bag or five.