work. rolling bookbags. the paramount. |
2001-09-27 - 4:15 p.m.
last night, i suffered through eight hours of work. work isn't bad when i work with fun people. but when i work with someone who i just can't understand...someone who is nice one minute and hateful the next...it's not too enjoyable. the other person i was working with griped and complained about how hard she was working. but let me explain to you what it really was. this 'working' she speaks of consists of adjusting dvd boxes on a row and then she has to have a smoke break. those last around 30 minutes. so 'work' five minutes, smoke 30. brilliant. she gets paid 40 hours a week to smoke.
i have this...semi-hypothesis that if you have one of those rolling bookbags, you'll be the happiest person alive. anybody that i have ever seen with one is seemingly extremely happy. smiling and laughing, they stroll down the halls of school...i think they know something us regular bookbag owners don't.
i'm going to a concert at the paramount tomorrow. kick arm.
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