May 11, 2011
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Mexican Sushi
Manager's Special. The two greatest words a Kroger shopper can hear. Other than maybe "Fire! Fire!" That would be funny.
Today I bought some sushi at full price but mixed it with some guacamole because it was on "Manager's Special". I doubt the Manager has anything to do with the special. They just pay some retard 50 cents to walk around and check the expiration dates on stuff, and then mark it down.
It's too bad I never got a chance to work at a grocery store. That might have been fun. I had friends who did it, and they would break eggs in the 4x4 square foot area that the backroom cameras couldn't see, or pound Monster brand energy drinks, or put a bunch of beers in a trash bag, stick it in a dumpster, then ride their bikes back to that dumpster and get it later. This is South East Texas.
I worked at Toys 'R Us for a couple of weeks one Christmas. That job was pretty cool. They gave me some task of going around and taking inventory in the storage room. So I ended up sitting in a secluded corner for a few hours. This was the days before kick ass cell phones, so it was actually pretty boring.
I have to work on all these big drawings at work this week, and since I have LITERALLY 40+ binders in my cube, I don't have any room. So I commandeered this corner office that is unused. I think my coworkers who have a similar task but didn't find alternate space arrangements are confused/jealous. Note: I've found that usually, if you want to do something, no one will bother to stop you.
So anyway, I have been working in this awesome office with 2 full length windows. There's no computer, so I don't get distracted by e-mails or casual computer use, and I just sit and have worked like a champion. All-natural light instead of pumped-in, life-draining fluorescent. It's just like heaven. I don't want to go back
. I even put a sign that said "Temporary Work Space" on the door, reminiscent to The Office (both of them had this gag).
Watching NBA basketball for the first time this season. I was rewarded by the announcer talking about D. Wade's good performance and going, "He's gone mad!" Now if only he'd have said, "He's gone mental!" Then we'd have something.