i dreamed a dream in time gone by

I got up at 8:30 AM for an ever-so-early shift at Target. It was so early that I didn't have time to think up a short original poem for the occasion. Anyways, I started on carts, and at first things were doing alright. Then they pulled me to do a whole bunch of sales floor work, and from then on things got hectic. I helped guests on the floor, gave camera and sound a hand, and pushed some stuff. Man, I got pretty pissed of two times during the day. The first time was when some guy asked me to pull out some tubs to push, but it turns out he told me to grab the wrong ones. So I had to go put that crap back and get a whole new dolly full of something else. The second time I got pissed was when I asked for help, and the guy basically told me to do it myself. They don't pay me enough.

Apparently some guest that was being serviced out in camera and sound got mad at the quality of service. While I was grabbing carts outside, someone comes out and tells me to camp outside of the store until that lady leaves, haha. She was really pissed off or something. Again, they don't pay me enough.

All in all, it was a brutal day. I was tired as a mofo, and I was actually starting to get sore or something. Those stupid tubs are heavy. I didn't take my break until I was 3.5 hours into my shift. Oh well. My hands are now beat up and sore. Heavy work causes callouses and rough skin. That added to all the existing cuts and scrapes from the day's work, car work, and assembling of materials in days past. It's all good though. A new shirt to wear to work! Woohoo. I turned in my time off requests for winter break. Next to reason, I put: holidays, sobering up. Hahaha.

Didn't do anything at home except watch Alias. I'm so lazy. I have to read a 50 page short story, then write an essay on it. Due 2:30 PM tomorrow. Forget those teachers that assign homework over holidays and weekends. Evil.

Pictures from Friday are up. Check them out here. Oh and on a different matter, Pbase.com has pissed off Garrett for the moment.

Young Ken finally submitted his personal statement after many people helping him out and some trouble with actually submitting the thing. Remember now, go 4/4 and you'll get lunch. 3/4 gets you a drink. Anything less and you're paying for me. Good luck to him and the rest of the kids. Remember, I'm always looking for quality college gear. Apparel from Penn State, Duke, and especially UCLA and Stanford will be greatly appreciated. Under no circumstance am I going to pay for anything that bears the UCB logo.

hippotardimus (12:07:04 AM): THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY TERA PATRICK

me (9:07:31 AM): what's up
sam (9:07:38 AM): sobering up
sam (9:07:41 AM): and working on some hw
sam (9:07:41 AM): hah
me (9:07:45 AM): lollol
sam (9:08:05 AM): MGD hit the spot =P
Hahaha. Although I'm no fan of beer, but still... oh fosho!