Okay, so I had to work today. It was retarded. Many of you might know that I work at Factory Card & Party Outlet, which is the shittiest store ever and we rip people off but people still insist on shopping there.

Customers are morons.

We have to ask people for their phone numbers. Yeah, it's a bitch. Some people decline politely, which I don't mind. The things I HATE are when people do one of two things: A) Are just plain rude about it. B) Laugh at you. A, I am trying to save you money, you dick. B, I wasn't aware my job was funny, you dick.

Oh, there was this one dude that FREAKED OUT, because he picked up a card that was in the 49 cent place for cards and it rang up as 99 cents. IT'S 50 FUCKING CENTS. Jesus christ. He made me get the manager. Of course she gave in to him, because our company is a fucking pushover to customers.

Oh and there was this lady that just didn't seem to understand we didn't have a certain type of cards. I kept saying that we didn't have any but she is too study. Old ass bitch.

But then ~Digiko (Jenna) came in with her GF. That made me feel better. I gave her a free balloon.

Oh, and the new Streetlight Manifesto CD is good, so I am happy. I happen to be wearing their shirt. I hate how I always end up wearing the shirt of the band I am listening too.

Well, work again from 10-4. Saturday mornings as FCPO suck. Ever have to blow up so many balloons until your fingers turn weird colors? Didn't think so.